Crimson Empire Poem by Crimson Love

My empire shall be built upon the backs of meniacal men,
Ones whom think the will of a woman can bend,
Think not on unjust facts, for this woman shall be king,
You think not speak your words,
We shall see whom they will be spoken to last.

watch as I make you kneel,
Fall the ground, I see some appeal,
Kiss the feet of crimson, I'm taking over,
Your done your finished, remeber your words,
For they shall be forgotten.

Remebered by your body, that soon shall turn to dust,
My words are the ones in whom eternity will burn with unquenchable lust,
remebered forever, I told you you'd regret those words.
Now kneel to the king, Bow to that of Me....Crimson.