Singleton M. Tate

Full of envying connotation
All bow down to my devastation
Using whatever method I can
Liars Killers of Hope bring quicksand
The ties that bind them are in demand

Full of ego no soul gives chase
In gilded house of glass I'm placed
No one will dare to spar with me
Dispenser of strife to humanity
Every device that I use will pay by
Rendering poison in what I'll say that
Steals your Light day after day