Death By Diatribe

Idea, set in stone. A parasite, takes the throne. Seated, on window still. Single, intent to kill. Murderous, glint in eyes. No, respect for life. Seeds, sown for destruction. Freedom gone, trapped in it's suction. Hopeless hateful genocide, Join the chaos, join no side. Confusion supreme, the reigning lord. Turns his head, and weeps forlorn. Death has a sting, but certain call. Helpless, it cuts them all. Off, at the feet. Today, we taste defeat.