The Third Tower - A Poem by Moe

"...can I get a witness..."

come look at all my lovely sheep

controlled by hatreds hungry keep

reciting whispered tales of dread

I churn them till my foes are dead

for I conflate what's right with sin

I force and stir their rage within

till all these souls are laid to waste

and I've deprived them freedom's taste

and I care not whose death comes first

so long as I have quenched my thirst

for blood and war with damage done

I'll be what's left, the chosen one

these worry not on what is real

their truth is based on what they feel

and if they choose to take the sword

well it's ok, they've been ignored 

I've fed them all that justifies

the use of force through subtle lies

I've trained them young to mold their mind

though truth abounds, rage keeps them blind

that they should never see the strings

I've fixed on them in place of wings

and when I beckon fateful hour

I'll be just fine within my tower

~Moses Apollo