No Throne Poem by Matthias Pantaleon

On the other side of the hill awaits vengeance
Men who strive tirelessly to multiply in iniquity
Will be squeezed and whip for such impudence
All the fortune we acquire amount to vanity

Nothing that we hold dearly will ever count
Not even the figment of our own intelligence
Can imagine the sphere of fear that mount
The heart of kings for their indifference

The law will be hold accountable for leading
Citizens astray, whereas, those who made
The law will not be shade from the intruding
Darkness whose fate they'll share and fade

In the end, no throne will survive the night
Except for the one approved of Heaven in its light