If I Ruled The World Imagine That

If I ruled the world imagine that  
I will have my loyal Knights ready to battle and slew the presence of any traitor, enemies in mortal combat    
Have all the world dignitaries breaking bread, drinking in compassion for his fellow man at my peaceful table    
Hail to the Queen if you were not found in heart with an intellectual cause to negotiate treaties    
In the throne of malice, discontent, your sources to maneuver, to declare the rules of engagement will be disabled    
   
All the Angels in the second Heaven, remain to entrust me with their Holy deciphers found in the book of Revelations    
Phrases to preach the gospel, teach the masse to have faith, believe, reach the solace of the unfaithful, bowing to the whispers I get from the divinity of the constellations    
No more astral traveling when the spirit and soul is divided, an ordained entity migrating through open portals in time    
Asunder from self, in distinct dimensions, frozen elements of planets marooned, seeing the wonders of the Supreme’s hidden designs    
Ancient dialects, carved Hieroglyphs understood within the compass of a quantum mind    
     
Seeds of heritably weary in the passage, the stream of purpose in its traveling      
Creation in a single cell of life, tumbling, uniting, unraveling    
Convivial the magnificence in the void of light    
Listening to the principles of mankind’s creation, entrenched in the womb as a promise to love without the prejudice of sight      
Rebirth of sacred temples in the throne of darkness, unto the earth, opened eyes cannot make mistakes, do unto harm and declare self-truth as being right      
     
Sins upon the world, deterring humanity’s fate, destiny marked upon the forehead with an inferior barcode    
A wretched being, no sympathy, turned away from your wayward journey, redeemed, yet no earthly love, existence surviving without the warmth of compassion, as left in the blistering cold    
Third world countries' citizens will never feel the howling of hunger pangs    
Death in the dishonor for those generational beneficiaries who rapes the land, blood on their hands without the guilt of humanities’ fangs    
     
Yet siphoning the bases of survival, giving nothing in return while financially reaping      
Beheading to all militants who have caused a country’s blood seeping    
Severed fingers for those hasten to code the bombs bursting in air    
Choking on the reminisce of floating nuclear particles, no one taking the blame, the shame left in the aftermath, who does a democracy blame, when their government truly does not care    
Non-consumption of water, metamorphosed children, from failed strategies of domesticated and foreign affairs    
Years of a political administration ruled from deep rooted Subbunkers encouraging a barren soil to have belief in the calls of universal persistence    
Waiting for contaminated dust to finally settle and begin life as those trespass against us, lead us not into temptation but deliver us from evil in the fight to sustain harmony to preserve everyone’s existence    
     
If I ruled the world imagine that