Splice the words

Spite and venom, demon's tongue!
Evil hateful cutting words.
Cries for solace gone unheard.
In your anger and your malice
you place yourself in ivory palace
never thinking how it's made
you with your heart of jade.
You scoff, you scorn, you kick, you scream
you rip asunder and break the dream.
You break my arm. You twist my limb.
Stealing breath from her and him.
And now you would reign supreme,
or so it does ever seem.
But this one thing you have not learned,
power can't be taken, it must be earned.
Split the hairs, splice the words
come back for seconds or even thirds.
But this I tell you and tell you true,
this dream will never be ruled by you.