You have some nerve coming into my kingdom, running around
like you own my castle.
Lounging around on my throne,
clutching my scepter
like a joystick you use to control everyone around you.
Treat them like video game cars you can crash and blow up
without any consequences — that’s how you see the World.
Isn’t it?
Explode the sky next, let us bleed our woes into the universe;
Empty skies — that’s what you’ll have left after you’re done
bleeding us dry.
Our desiccated bodies will be what remains of your marionettes.
At your service
my King.
God complex, you think you’re so infallible?
You crave the World falling at your feet,
people revolving around you like you’re some luminary.
Hail Mary pray for us, please show him the way before it’s too late.
Teach his corrupted heart some purity,
Cleanse his copper blood with the taste of love saturation,
Some satisfaction.
I pray you listen; king lessons
before you’re circumscribed — regicide
