The king who thought chaos

Drilling to depth of your mind.
Fire and brimstone chaos and destruction feels your thoughts.
Death rules the area around you.
Villiagers falling one by one.
The great death has finally came.
The king has strucken down with illness.
The loyal plot against the ill king.

Drilling even farther back.
The town is burning to nothing.
A black mist roams the roads of the once great city.
Filling the air with its evil.
The once golden city is covered by a black shroud.
Paralysis kills the kingdom second by second.
An all you wonder is where is the king.

Drilling to the pits of your mind.
Chaos has destroyed the kingdom.
Dropping villiagers and loyalist dead.
But still all you think is wheres the king.
Blood has covered the streets.
Death has stinched the city.
The city has falling to bound of exstinction.

Drilling to the farthest point back.
Fires burn the street and no one stand but you.
The city has completely falling.
Black skys and blood red earth is all you see.
The kingdom has completely falling.
All the pain and agony to the innocence.
When its all hits in side you.

I am the king.