you spew
the words
that sting
and puncture
the hearts of
anyone near
your mouth
is the weapon
that fires
unregertfully
and they fall
to your feet
and you imprison
them to work
for you
and they spew
just as much fire
as you feed them
and they dare not
turn on you
'cause all that
would remain
would be ashes
and your army grows
and is based on fear
but my army
is built with hearts
and souls
that feel remorse
and some day you
will bow to the one
you thought you
scorned