He brought forth many more offspring.
They were to worship him as saviour and king.
Keep this world pure and clean is all he asks.
But apparently that's too hard the most miniscule of tasks.
But now they are to be his
prisoners.
Made slaves by their own
endeavors.
Time was now mad, his mind in shambles.
Never did he give great speeches, but only petty rambles.
He was determined not to lose these children.
But he said that before, look at how it ended then.
He sat four great wardens upon great thrones.
None could compare to their power, they made even the most powerful look like garden gnomes.
They brought forth fear and chaos ruling through terror.
The wardens were the Judge, the Executioner, and the Juror.
It was going to be succesfull this go around.
He wasn't going to burn everything to the ground.
Not again.
