This is my empire,
Mine, built it from the ground.
You can't set it on fire,
It cost me a pretty pound.
This is my empire.
This is my crown.
Against me you conspire,
In my wrath you'll drown.
This is my empire,
My mind you claim madness,
But ignore the outlier,
And that is my greatness.
This is my empire,
This is my destiny.
Your situation is dire,
Won't let you get the best of me.
This is my empire,
You'll leave it be,
Or you'll face my ire,
Away you must flee.
This is my empire,
You want to see it burn.
You dream of me on a pyre,
Oh you never learn.
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Without The Glass Screen and Other Poems
PoetryAbout The Author: @auntiesatan, better known as Aimee, is a teen author with little-to-no experience in poetry, however she strives daily to improve all forms of her writing, starting with poetry. Her most successful poem to date, with 120+ likes on...
