The Dark World

In the land of shattered dreams
All is not as it first seems.
Love is loathing, friendship – hate.
No-one turns the tide of fate.
Shattered dreams… like shattered glass.
Distorting all that comes to pass.
Enter through the hidden gate:
Fear not, for time will wait.
I know it all: for whom you wept,
The awful thoughts, in secret kept,
I know your sins, the deeds you’ve done.
Despise me, for I am the One.
The One who sowed the seeds of rage.
The One whose power warps with age.
The One who won’t cease to exist,
Who rules you with an iron fist.
I want to make you feel the pain
That drives a common man insane.
I’ll have to torture you for weeks
Until the truth inside you speaks.
My followers, I am your God.
Shall I start talking – simply nod,
I make a wish, and you comply.
I don’t – you cheat and steal and lie.
You are my servant, you’re my slave,
You should have rotten in your grave.
But now, you’re bound to my will.
In you I sense an icy chill.
I know that you shall serve me well,
Get used, my servant, this is hell.