carve from bone my crown for me and my cup fill with blood from their children clothing sewn from skin stripped and woven flesh bred for consumption species inferior degregate mere mortals statues of stone and wood rooms filled enter my chambers locked in lunacy drippings of blood and wax slices deep and crossing my artwork upon your flesh human canvas live and breathing less and less with every stroke slow and painfull epidermal I have only just begun its building these feelings are raging this fire is burning its burning the stench of my pyre bound by you squalor unable to face the progression race doomed to extinction forced into impotence now for the banquet raised chalice in hand we salute we have come none to follow I am monarch my reign supreme