Deceiver

If it's power you desire
There are several things required
The least of which a gallon of your blood
And even then should they permit
You to glimpse the least of it
You'll never know the peace of having enough

All the wonders of the universe
Would you know them
If you held them in your hands
Dominion over all you see
How would you wield it
In your hands?

All the kingdoms of the Earth
For a simple trifle's worth
If not you then surely the next one will see
The deal is struck the ink is dried
Slowly then you realize
You are to play the fool for all eternity

The yoke weighs heavy
As you turn the rows
Casting teeth before you
Eating what you've sown

You look to where your spirit burned
To find it's but a broken urn
You scream the deceiver's many names
Staring out the parapet
A robe of sorrow and regret
Absolute and forever may you reign