turns upon the throne

Loneliness, antipathy
and emptiness will flee from me
when empathy has set me free
then I’ll be alone.

Legacy and satisfaction
both will go in black redaction
unity gives way to faction
turns upon the throne.

Lusting, hunger, conquest, greed
on their knees the beaten plead
gods of man destroy the seed
violently sown.

With truncheon rods we cracked the cones
in black and white we won’t atone
lords of nothing broken stones
tugging, tugging at our bones.