Tyrannical Personification

Great wars are what we live for,
Yet I do not understand my free will.
Life is great,
Yet I am wanting to hate the people who surrendered to me.
This is my life,
Yet this is a life that I've never wished for.
I do not understand hatred and misery;
They are to be found inside a broken chamber;
A chamber of ghosts and bloodshed;
A shed filled with the fingerprints of me;
I have no fingerprints.

Warm blood flows;
It is such a pleasureful feeling
When liquefied brains are molded into music,
When liquefied stains are folded into scars
When sadness flows,
For there is no plural for true creativity;
Understand sorrow,
For there are no rural places for the greedy;
I wandered to places in search of disgrace;
And I founded a nation of war.
I preached for universal peace,
And now there is only violence in my core.

There were times when I've clenched the world in my fist,
It was a sublime feeling.
I felt as if the world revolved around my wildest fantasies;
It was an experience most engaging.
I heard the screams of the surrounding mist,
Such a dreadful thing.
A loud siren deafened me,
It made me a happier man,
For I could no longer listen to the cries
Of me and my people,
When we unleashed a full-scale riot
Against the beastly bests of our inner monsters;
When we repelled the grisly tests of our future,
For we stood still without falter;
For we do not will for a child without a father;
For we are the monsters of a broken nation.