Yeetboy0206 1574 Share Posted January 13 (edited) Spoiler This time the poem is all original, hope you all enjoy! Again, all of this is just IRP stuff, no OOC drama. [!] Maddock Tam, in a fit of frustration, anger at injustice, and a bit of sorrow over being unable to prevent tragedies and evil, drops another poem on Hadrian, spreading it around for the entire continent to see. About You By Maddock Tam, a human being To Hadrian, victim of the sin of wrath, greed, pride, and envy. Here’s another poem, this one is just between you, your people, and me. Happy to talk in person if it wouldn’t burn down an embassy, Can’t handle when you’re not in control, even within your own family. Here’s the thing about you: you’re an empty hole of a soul who keeps taking from others to achieve a goal. But you never stay full, you just keep consuming, no matter the cull, no matter the toll. See, I would have said you’re a victim of gluttony, but that sin just simply won’t harm you. The same way the others do. See, It’s okay to want more than you’re given; it’s one of the big truths about being human. But the difference is that you gotta know when to stop shoving s*** in your mouth. And learn when to just get a breath in. How can a single human love blood more than orcs, love gold more than dwarves, Play god more than elves, spill human blood on their shores, And just keep on going until nothing is yours. Your whole Empire’s foundation was bodies and bodies and bodies and bodies. But the thing about bodies is that, unlike bricks, they don’t last till you’re forties. You’re just pushing it all to the brink of collapse; your ego relies on the lives that you sap. Because everything that we see you do, hear you do, feel you do, Doesn’t build up some lasting machine, just keeps a leaking one running And chokes us with its fumes; if this keeps on going, the future is doomed And all of that pain will fall right back on you. You’re self-destructive, a narcissistic little hearted man, Who can’t realize when he’s failed his plan Because could isn’t should; just because you can Doesn’t change that you’ll go down harder than Xan. See, the reason I write all about you is that you make this whole war all about you. Not about the people, not about your view. The truth is that you’ve got nothing you wouldn’t do For yourself. You’d throw your only heir off a balcony, If you thought that they were failing you. You surround yourself with yes men. You support yourself off dead men. You disgrace the words of Horen. And your court is not gonna last much longer If you keep treating your family like that, man. Most fathers aren’t cruel to their own sons and daughters They don’t try and beat them for caring for others They don’t need a spike in the eye to keep you From trying to harm your own child who loved you. You’re your own worst arch-enemy. Because every crime that your people see Just shows that you honestly don’t care That your subjects are pawns for atrocities. Because you’re too insecure to even look like a loser You’re worse than our history's most heinous rulers, But you scooped up some sychophantic, xenophobic schmoozers, And became Descendant-kind’s domestic abuser. Civilians and children dead by your hands, Not that your own people are spared on your lands. Sometimes I can’t tell for which side you’re rooting. Half for Iblees, Half for GOD, you’re losing your footing. The truth is, you CAN’T plan for if you lose, You have nothing to fall back on, not one path to choose. You covered your road in life in so much red, That forward or backwards just ends with you dead. To anyone who reads this and doesn’t believe a word, Just wait until you're the next sacrifice to bleed from his sword. He doesn’t love you, he doesn’t love anybody, Save for himself; he’s EVERYONE’s enemy. You’re just a tool, a pawn, a shield He’ll step over you as you lie in the field, And if you reach out, beg the man for mercy, He’ll leave you to bleed, to fade, slowly. There’s nothing worth following in this selfish, little man. His power? His wealth? His land? His long-term plan? None of it matters, none of it lasts. Like the worst of mortal man, he’s wasted his lifespan Making countless people miserable, afraid, and alone, All while treating his children like unruly pets to beat, even when they’re grown, Because he’s so scared of losing what he’s got, he doesn’t see that it’s already gone. He’s so scared of them leaving, when all he’d have to do to stop that is get along. He’s so scared of it that he keeps playing the same song, Of locking his family up in a gilded, bloody cage, pretending like nothing is wrong. Because if he didn’t, they’d leave. Because if he didn’t, they wouldn’t pretend to grieve When he dies, because truthfully, they know you’re a horrible person. Every member of your family you’ve hurt thinks you deserve it. So as long as you’re the one who’s sitting on that throne, Keep on killing and betraying your people like fish to a bait, like a dog bites a bone, There can be no grace for you when your sins boost the pride that you own, There can be no peace for you when you look in the mirror and refuse to atone. There can be no hell good enough for your sins, But it’s about saving your victims, Not punishing you. So don’t do more sins to your kids, or I’ll tell more truths about you. Maddock sleeps at his desk that night, absolutely exhausted, and praying to GOD that Imperials read this poem, and choose to do something about Hadrian's misdeeds. Not for their enemies' sake, but for their sake. For the children's sake. Edited January 13 by Yeetboy0206 Adding photo 8 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sir_omni 151 Share Posted January 13 My eyes were blessed again by a lovely poem 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cheese 8893 Share Posted January 13 “You better step up,” A winged woman chuckled to her husband, passing him one of the missives she had picked up with a sarcastic roll of her eyes. “He might just put your two hundred years of poetry writing to shame.” 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Yeetboy0206 1574 Author Share Posted January 13 7 hours ago, Sir_omni said: My eyes were blessed again by a lovely poem Spoiler Thanks man! 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Metamancy 1774 Share Posted January 13 Spoiler @Werew0lfur so cooked bro 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Werew0lf 24181 Share Posted January 13 3 hours ago, Metaphobia said: Reveal hidden contents @Werew0lfur so cooked bro Spoiler plz stop tagging me like we’re friends or smth I don’t need metamancy forum pings cool post yeetboy 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Yeetboy0206 1574 Author Share Posted January 13 1 hour ago, Werew0lf said: Hide contents plz stop tagging me like we’re friends or smth I don’t need metamancy forum pings cool post yeetboy Spoiler Thank you! Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Metamancy 1774 Share Posted January 13 Spoiler oh... my bad... 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Yeetboy0206 1574 Author Share Posted January 13 (edited) Spoiler Thanks Metaphobia btw Edited January 13 by Yeetboy0206 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
KeiaTypeBeat 3277 Share Posted January 13 Spoiler Glad I waited for a good time to sit down and really read this one. Goes so hard, if I stopped to remark on every line I admire, I fear I would be droning on for quite the long hour 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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