They will bow at my feet.

[MadManWithaBox]

History will judge me kindly
As I intend to write it.
I will wash away the sins of my past
Cleanse my pallet
With their blood

They will, all those who planned
to crush and humiliate me
Be vanquished, with my new strength, at my hand.

Their screams, their plea's for mercy
will be the orchestra that guides my actions

I will take their former pride, greed, and malice
for myself.
They will be my trophies, of their defeat.

They will bow at my feet.

[Fiction]

I'll be honest, you've written better, but it's still pretty good :)

[MadManWithaBox]

Thanks Kathy :)