Is it preferable to possess one silver arm?
Or, more preferable to possess a silver tongue?
Sitting on a lonely throne,
Trusting not a single one.
Consequences can’t be undone.
First in line, of a line.
A pound of flesh,
Paid to vice.
Settling peace upon the mound,
Dead stacked upon the ground.
A battle lost, an armless army arming itself.
The skill of gods to hit refill.
As the light of dawn illuminates the souls and boddy bods.
Planting crops to grow.
Using the seeds of dead soldiers.