Perspective
I sit atop a rolling head, doing the best I can.
I was just a dream until my authority rang true.
I can be cruel and awful, but, when I am just all may prosper.
I speak and all will listen, for I am only for those worthy.
I am coveted by all, yet none wish to hold the weight that I bare.
Blood makes the rubies that you praise, the gold that adorns me is the wish that you had
wanted. Man blames me for their wrongs, yet it was man who made me