False King

How dare you sit there on that black chair
Mouth full of lies
I’m surprised it doesn’t hurt
As the snake bites your lip
Your gold plated crown
And your siren song of help
How dare you claim generosity
With your tongue split in two
For you help those who can give back to you
You pride yourself as the black cloud
That lingers over their head
The thoughts of oweing
You smile at recollection
Emotional tax man
The light of admiration
Exploded–glass shards as it split
My eyes open.
How dare you! False king talk!
With your Jester mask of kindness
Your vibration of anger and cruelty;
With mountains in your path
But the wonder is now over
For you love no one unless they share
Your blood.



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