You think I do not want a simpleton’s way
Father chose me to lead, to be his judge
You….you were too infantile to have a say
Instead of being king it’s me who’s judged.
I have labels like tyrant and autocrat
Some think of me a hero, some a demon.
Before the ink dries on my autograph
Off my brow the sweat already beaten
I live days in my own pathetic shadow
I ever cringe at the mention of my name
Though I am to lead, my soul tells me let go
That they are people, and they can pass the flame
Brother I ask, what is it about a name?
Does it have to cause a fight to ensue?
Does it boil blood to points of maim?
Does it taunt me each day in its debut?
If I could change it, already it would be.
In this vile life, I was not meant to stay
I need to be roaming the green-land free…..
Mother and I talked about this very day
…..This King is not you answer to freedom,
I’m the tree and you the wind gathering leaves,
My words are table food made to be eaten
On the floor you place us begging upon greaves
It is fairly docile hind these stone pillars
The town is very still like old paintings
These days do I walk in footsteps of killers?
Do the walls squawk in tales of fevered straining?
The fires consume me they burn through me
When it’s done destroying everything, it rests.
It engulfs like the morning smog left free
Dense and heavy on little toiling breaths
Every shadow every inch tells a story
You are a grub sir, you always have been
These halls have ears which keep inventory
You want to be something good, then be my sin.
Let ride my steed through the doors of war
And steadfast return my heart to the earth
Like crashing waves upon her majesty’s shore
Upon this world a new king will be birthed.
My fair maidens dress your bodies in steel
Attach war unto your eager visage
My soldiers, those loyal to my ideals,
Grab your shield and sword and gain privilege.
My will is an unyielding force to be reckoned,
and I ask of you, not pence, or fortune and glory,
I ask you give your heart toward a new direction
I ask for trust and noble ends to this story.
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