You think this cage can hold me?
Do you think these shackles bind?
Do you think I cannot see it?
Do you really think I’m blind?
Your lips speak self-assurance
I can see within your eyes
I can see the fear you carry
Filled with fear that I will rise
That I will rise up to defeat you
I will come to take what’s mine
I can see your hands are shaking
It is there, so ever slight
It’s just a tiny little tremor
It betrays your lack of might
You don’t have the will to best me
And you know this truth deep down
You know that I will slay you
I’ll take your head and then your crown
As you lay upon your pillow
Only thoughts are thoughts of me
The thought of what is coming
When from these shackles I am free
©The Beginning At Last
The Beginning At Last 
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