Curse of the Axe Lord

You turn brother upon brother and place them in your arena to battle for the sole survivor. Their tears run into the dust of the bread they eat. Their blood becomes the rust of the dead they beat. You slice to the bone to remove the fat and feed it to the pigs. Slowly you lead the people to the pit of their destruction with a smile upon your face. Soon the axe you wield, becomes a part of your being. It's cold roots grow deep and strangle your heart. Where you reign, selfishness and fear follow. You are poison for the cure.