The God King

Upon the stage in a furious rage,
my voice thunders and roars.

My words they contest, sweat streams from their pores,
My rule they protest and angers do soar,
Heathens knowing of the war that's in store,
Militias arise to stand at my door,
taking the chance to settle the score.

Now rising against my soldiers defense,
though dying and dying, this making no sense,
I am the God King, I'm becoming so tense,
Relieved by triumphs my army presents,
Heads of captains who lives have been spent.

My reign will continue year after year,
my followers worship and bow as they cheer,
awaiting the death of God that draws near,
armed to the teeth they bring up the rear.

Now inside heaven, I brought with me gloom,
I've trampled the watchmen that guarded his room.

I burst through the door,
peacefully sleeping in bed,
your god no longer breathes,
from an axe to the head,
His words have been spoken and enough has been said.