I have stolen.
I have killed.

I have captured people’s wills.
In the night their blood is spilled,
by my hand, their lives beholden
to my whim and grand design.
Who has fortune? Gone it is.
After planned analysis,
reputations are maligned,
for my power does embolden
followers to then distill
my intent, for good or ill.

I have stolen.
I have killed.