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   The ones you slight