Power Breeds Control
Authority,
Dominance,
Conquest,
All are but fruits
From the tree of power,
Born of man
To create order
But spreads by submission,
Choked in the thorns
Of greed and wrath
Intertwined with tyranny
Leaving people in the wake
Dessimated in an aftermath
Echoing with sufferance
From all encompassng authority
Flexing dominant muscles
Gluttonous in its feverish conquest,
Until the balance tips
And blood is spilt
In the rage of revolution,
Slowly boiling below
In hearts of tempest delirium
And silence takes its tole
A war beneath the surface
As power breeds control
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