The dragon sitting on his throne
a serpent king of men
fears the future he's been shown
when the blessed said amen.
The laughing whore chokes on her wine,
but drinks deeper her draught.
Tears running down her cheeks—a sign—
blood's runoff joined, she laughed.
I've watched, and I've grown sick.
The darkness falling quick.
Silence and anger rule
and violence is the only tool,
the only way men can be heard.
It all seems so absurd.
The suicidal vote,
democracy's last note:
before yourself you kill
the more graves you can fill…
"Nevermore!"
The dragon kills the whore.
Dragon + Whore
Tale Told 