King

Soothsayers —
Toothless bastards howling about the end.
I will summon it.
I hope the sky solidifies and crushes you all.
I’ll be down in the granite, ruling.
I built a palace at the centre of the Earth.
Your abdomen will collapse if you come within a thousand miles.
Galvanised giants built from corpses stand as gargoyles at my gates.
I am impossible to remove.
All your tools are useless.
You claw at the obstacle 'til your fingertips are at your knuckles.
Your tanks will rust outside my perimeter long after your expired bodies have
turned to dust.
I am king.
I am the king.
Alchemy exceeding your perception. Surpassing your grasp.
Fuck your Hermetic Laws.
Fuck you all.
I’ll craft abilities to satisfy the limits of my desires.
Reckless. Infinite.
I’ll harvest your junk and turn it into gold — the currency of kings.
I’m surrounded by bitches speaking in tongues. They speak with their tongues
I will corrupt every woman.
Their eyes only exist to behold me or they’ll be cut free from their brains.
All bloodlines end with me.
Only my name can remain.
My genes will pulverise the possibility for incestuous deficiencies in my
descendants.
An army of kings, sired and ruled by the king.
I am king
I am the king.
My silhouette on the horizon as I grapple with a lever for one cycle of the sun.
Its device will change your perspective.
The ground will catch up with you and open beneath you like an impossible jaw.
You will be swallowed and forgotten in an instant.
You owe me your bones.
I wear the triple crown.
I am the Master of Pain:
A 30th century man.