Book of Relief.

Bothers Me

I seek to devour,
But also seek for more power.
Yet once these I conquer,
I feel there'll be nothing no longer.
That's always going to bother me.

I seek to control,
But also seek that power to ensoul.
However, if it was that, that I had stole.
I feel there'd be nothing left to control.
That's always going to bother me.

I seek to gulp honey,
But also seek for money.
You see, the riches and the gambling,
The benefits are quite funny.
And yet, when there's no more money,
That's always going to bother me.

I crave for sensual pleasures,
But also seek to fulfill my loveless desires.
I'll keep her in hand
For whenever I seek a one-night stand.
However, when she crinkles from this deathly desire,
And tumbles wastefully in the fire,
That's always going to bother me.

I may be the King Bee,
But I seek the end that I wish to seize.
Constantly on my knees,
I pray for death to hear my pleas,
Begging for her to let me free.
Yet when there's nothing left,
I'd still seek for more, upset.
That's always going to bother me.

I seek to devour.
I seek for more power.
I seek for control,
Within me that it can ensoul.
I seek to gulp honey.
I seek for money.
I seek for sensual pleasures
To fulfill my loveless desires.
And I seek the end that I wish to seize.

Yet after all of these I conquer,
There'd be nothing no longer.
All that I had stole,
Shall remain with me in hell's hole.
Along with those greedy,
Or perhaps who committed blasphemy.
Everything will provide me with power,
For death can't become any darker.
I am the King Bee,
And that's always going to bother me.