Seed of hatred

for He who makes himself to last
shall stand and revel in the past
can taste thine rightousness
and make of therein less

the deadly bite of the bitter cold
shall make the flavor of revenge more bold
can send the most estute of man enrage
and make him rot in his cage

feed the hounds of hell
or stay inside your shell
stutter in the midst of fear
never shed a tear

you sit upon a throne
never sparing blood and bone
setting the scene for another day
writing the script for another play