It's something you wouldn't wager
Or put a bet on the holy manger
Or sell your soul to the crossroad king,
I persay,
But rather the reality
that strikes you down.
It is but the kiss of death
And bites of ghastly canines
When you lay in a dog's bed.
It's enough, enough I said!
Feeding the lost to the undead patriarchy
That left behind the aristocracy
With a belly full of purebred hate
And bloody finger cut with diamonds.
Oh wait....
What am I?
Am I what you search for?
To find you a cure for death
But you'll be treated for your diseased
And destructive brain of impeachment
That will send you on a delighted pathway
Straight to Hell.
You mutter the doubt-ridden rumors,
Underneath the whisky infected breath,
That I'm the scoundrel,
A mangely mutt,
That over threw the kingdom
Behind a but a picket of a fence.
Oh, you're not finished?
I stole the crown,
With the red of my lips
And under the silver knife
That brought the blue of a king's blood.
So the seconds up til the days
That you wait for this sun to rise,
But I'm the only royalty you'll face,
The one to breathe the truth
Into your lungs
And whisper curses in your wine.
So what day, What hour
Will you turn and face the King,
The one you worshipped
With idolized sin?
He's dead.
So give me your guts
And I'll take the glory off your hands.
To pay off your fine with with a beheading
To had to the pile of pride-stricken mistakes
Who've lost their head,
With the battle of insanity,
Upon their conscious,
While bowing at my feet
Begging for forgiveness,
While choking on their lies,
With fables
Whose tales haven't met.
But come darlin'
And face the heirarchy
Of your new ruler.
Kiss the hands
And the worship the ground
Of the ones that can save you.
