Letter from the wave

I am not a Throne
I am not the Divine Right of Kings
I am not fire personified into the belief of something that burns slow with the power of the liar, the cannibals picking each other out of there own teeth
Watch the doors get kicked in by the faceless
Painless because the pills are worth it
Painful because the pills aren't working
Who are you, Mighty King?
Who are you princes of madness and volume?
Who are the men that fill the prisons with wishes for starlight?
Stand, my brothers, frenzy in the streets that you have made with no understanding
Frenzy, my friends, frenzy
Eat each other in the Golden Dawn, before the sun divides itself by zero
The sequence deleted, the power personified
and frenzy, my friends, frenzy