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My King

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These demons, these monsters they roar in my head
Wanting and wishing for my soul to be dead
Ignited by hatred, revulsion and deceit
To me they are vicious; to the world they're discreet
I am trapped in this desert, in this pit of despair
I know of no answers, only hopes and prayers
The monsters would hurt, the pain crippling
No joyous moments, no occasions to sing
I wept and cried as I searched in vain
For a way to escape from my wretched pain
I searched up and down inside of myself
But everything I found would be of no help
I was unable to see things with my own two eyes
I could only notice the things I despised
My guilty heart chained me to the ground
As ravenous vultures circled around
A desert had become the essence of my being
To die had become an acceptable thing
But alas I would spot a glimmer of hope
A cavalry in the distance swiftly approached
My king led the charge, his sword in the air
His armor was shimmering; crown nesting his hair.
A tad bit surprised, I didn't know how to react
My king was in danger, I was taken aback
I said, “What good is a king who leaves his throne,
To search for peasants leaving the palace alone?”
He heard my thoughts and with wise words and sound sense
He said “my kingdom is precious, but in no need of defense,
We aren't fighting for justice, or just for what's right
We are fighting for your soul, with our power and might.
We have taken stock, and this is of great worth
And we agree that we must fight; our subjects we serve.”
I thought it quite extraordinary that a king could feel free
From his powerful position and come here for me
But all battles are perilous; there always will be a cost
And my king was taken prisoner, all was seemingly lost
he monsters were overjoyed to take the king and his crown
But their original mission was to take my soul down
It was withered and rotten, beaten and bruised
I just witnessed my king fall and my soul was confused
My monsters approached with my king in their hands
They shouted out obscenities and cowardly demands
The monsters claimed to be justice, and oddly it was true
They demanded penitence, for my soul was askew
But my king made a deal which kept the monsters at bay
He said “I'll cover the cost, what is the price he must pay?”
The monsters couldn't believe it; I nearly lost my breath,
“The punishment is quite steep, the punishment is death”
They took my king to the darkest of caves
They claimed it was a terrible prison for slaves
Inside it was darkness, perfect pitch black
No slave who entered ever came back
But when my king entered the prison, it lit up like fire
His radiance shown to be a power much higher
But the brilliant brightness would reveal dismay
We could now see the caves horrors, the death and decay
There were thousands of prisoners, in shackles all around
Malnourished and decrepit, they could not make a sound
Their groans were left silent, for they had become weak
All that hung from their shackles were their boney physiques
Their eyes were glazed over, their gaze like a stone
Their hearts filled with emptiness, they were trapped and alone
The king let me know what he was about to do
“I came for these prisoners, as well as for you
They are imprisoned by evil, by the world's misdeeds
But soon they will be alive, soon they'll be freed.
These monsters have not seen the height of my power
But that time soon will come, it is almost the hour”
The king was taken to the center of the cave
They shackled him up like the lowliest slave
They burned his hair, they tore his clothes
They pummeled his body with ferocious blows
He took on the punishment, he never fought back
Each demon took a shot, each hit a good crack
The shots got more vicious, the hits became rough
I screamed at the injustice, I screamed out “Enough!”
“This punishment has more than death on its slate
Yet this man has done nothing to deserve this fate”
Then my king looked at me, with peace in his eyes,
And said “Don't worry my child, the sun will still rise.”
He looked to the heavens as he breathed his last
And the radiant brightness turned back into black.
It was quiet all of the sudden, in the black unknown
I fell to my knees, I wept and I moaned
“What have you done, where is my king?”
“You demons have done a most terrible thing.”
The demons in the darkness shouted and hissed
“You are free wretched one, your names off our list
Go back home, with those burdens you've carried
Your king he is gone, he is dead and he is buried
And lastly, a warning, if you ever should return
We will rip you to pieces, your body, it will burn
I went back home but with regret in the air
My king he was dead, my punishment laid bare
He took it out of love, he took it for me
But what am I to become, who shall I be?
My king was innocent; he had done nothing of blame
I couldn't comprehend that he died in my name
In the faintest of night I heard the quietest call
To return to the place where I saw my king fall
At first I must admit, I was quite scared
What of the demons, that didn't want me there?
The voice was reassuring, and said with tenderly care
"There is no danger in that land, there is nothing to fear"
I expected the cave to be dark once again
But I came upon a surprise when I reentered in
The once rocky cave now lined with pure gold
Flowing honey and wine, a sight to behold
There was music and dancing, joy in the air
Fanciful clothing, with pomp and with flair
The cave was the location of a beautiful banquet
There were patrons prancing about, the enemy vanquished
I did not understand, I couldn't believe what I saw
Were these the hopeless souls that were too weak to crawl?
“Redemption, Redemption!!” the former prisoners chanted
“The evil in this land has been forever supplanted”
I looked at the walls, not a shackle in sight
What could have turned such despair into delight?
A man heard my question and said, “Don't you see?
Our king conquered death, our king set us free?”
I looked down the hall, and behold, His throne!
So majestic, so glorious, of beauty unknown
I looked to see if my King was around
But soon could see he was nowhere to be found
At least not in the palace and not in plain sight
“Is he off to a new land, a new battle to fight?”
“He has gone off to show the world what grace is
To turn guilty eyes into innocent faces
To set free more souls bound by their sin
To let them start over fresh once again
Before he left them, he cast a most glorious vision
Of a kingdom of love, with freedom its mission"









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