Get some space from this place, too many ways to say the king is vain,
But I make it plain, bleeding grace from my veins to displace the rain
Of fire brought by the squire's higher order who order the pain,
******* what a shame, this whole sham is a game, how lame can you get?
Before your insane brain lets go the chain of the meek, you grow weak
With the weeks like the way a dam leaks, think honestly when you speak,
And the sleek throne will honor your reigns' peak, don't freak just streak the roads
With humble abodes for your crumbling kin, stumbling within their
Fears as you raise cheers to a dynasty all your own, but let it
Be known Kings die nasty like Caesar and lastly we can either
Rule our own minds or drool away time by letting life fall in line...