From within, feelings die
Taking the whip, but never cry
The king on his throne, I will his command
Spear in hand, scarred back and brow
I slice his belly, and take this vow
Raised too well, I saw his end
Too old for rule, the fool's damage I mend
My time has come, the underdog's turn
The silence worse than laughter I learn
Pay your due to the self-made man
Tall, and loveful, lends tender hand
Time and blood passes away
But the scorned ones he won't stray
A poison to kill the mind, indulged he did
It was the way, but this cycle he rid
A heart to the earth, his head in the clouds
No hiding pain under these shrouds
Mild voice and eyes soothed the soul
Stale in his gossamer was this goal
Was it too lofty, such bated breath?
The broken crown shown, have hope yet
Rip off the skin and crush the meat
Take the blood, tastes of heat
Spice and simmer in your pot
Hide it in the cellar, left to rot
Put these spectacles in prisons of glass
The sight of which gathers a mass
I make my living with such abuse
Content sharing spoils that sure seduce
This loved tonic numbs men so
He must speak his mind, though I said no