A lion stirs as the poison wears off,
and a million gnats claw at its flesh.
His eye shoots wide open as the sounds of thunder echo through his domain –
his tribe is furious.
Betrayal and usurpation,
the blade of Brutus shielded by Christ. Â
The hyenas cower as he rises and claims his birthright.
Nothing else remains of his falling kingdom, except the cries for justice.
Nothing can stop what is coming.