Comments about Ian Effendi
Man growls as the growing tyrant rages.
The wartorn streets have bloodied me
and as I am, both sides of the war
fight to survive.
Its awe-inspiring and godly: the people
they lash out.
They cry out in anger for the blood of the man.
And with my ears I hear the sound
Of a thousand marching west with the setting sun.
The moon arcs eastern over the blood-red fields.
Corruption and blasphemy, they shout,
A king of great evil and heresy.
It is I they speak of, they conspire against.
Do they not understand I only work for them.