Nothing But Victory Poem by Derek Spoonmore

I was supreme
That is all they needed to know
I was a god to a god
And these are your attempts to murder me
Your kingdom turned to ash and stare wind
I killed your son first
Then your other son as he raised his weapon
Then your clown as he wilted in terror
The false king you are last
When you are a true king you learn not to give a chance to be attacked
That is what you learn when you are a king
True king learns to destroy everything, that is not utterly yours
All that matters is victory
That is how your reign persists
You are a slave to an insane construct
You are moral
A true ruler is as moral as a hurricane
Empty, but for the force of his Gail
If you want to win a war,
You must server no master but your own ambitious