Signum

These words are treason from any other mouth

This lectern, corrupted, mistaken for a throne

In time you'll divine the law remains

Your place is still at my feet

Requisite subversion

Undermining ordained word

Adorned salvation

Placate the heedless herd

Gilded, fingers point the way

Stare in reverence

Self-avowed saviour

Masked and veiled

Heed the sceptre

The hand that holds the throat

Breathe the air

The gift I grant your blood

The righteous are bound

To purpose beyond

The cravings, the needs

The weakness of lesser men

The chosen bloodline

Will not suffer usurpers