I used to sit on a throne atop the world,
Spin it on its axis in whichever way,
Now I awake to impenetrable bars,
Facing the days I'd count life away,
I used to command armies,
Toy with fear,
Become the puppeteer,
Listen to the kingdom that cheered:
"All hail the Phoenix King!"
For a moment I basked in glory,
Next I fell as a smoldering flame
Awaiting the wind to whisk me away
Though that day never once came,
Mercenaries dashed across fields not mine,
Missionaries preached in schools of others,
None would discover the truth,
None would deny my hand,
Yet I toppled off my pedestal of sand,
The knock on my door I had long ignored
Now pounded with the beat of war drums,
Rebellion, revolution, they're all the same
But only one is ignorant of shame,
The windows blew in,
The threshold burst apart,
In marched men and woman,
Each bearing their own heavy heart,
"This job is so troublesome,"
I wished to warn my daughter,
"I cannot understand,
Why would you want to be king?"
I hear the robust call of war,
The sacred prayers of the Water Tribes
Alongside many more,
For an indescribable complication
I knew all along the pearl gates would not open,
Honest words had never been spoken,
But that was when I ruled the world