Words come easy
  Behind a screen
  When there's no interface-to-face
  To be seen
  
  King of Insects
  You eat your own
  Atop an anthill
  You call your throne
  
  Kingdom of one
  So unaware
  As one-by-one your subjects
  Vanish into air
  
  Chatter to the wind
  Make your decree
  And save your venom
  For the ones who disagree
  
  Your castle walls are falling
  Your body's frail
  Your window on the world
  Is minuscule in scale
  
  Burrow deep now
  Escape the light
  Heaven forbid you have to face
  T he ones you slight