Disappointment
Is all us city folk felt, as the king's head was raised in plain sight
For we thought 'we have won no fight'
This assumption we were right to fear
Pain and suffering was all you could here
The land was seemingly worse, far as the eye could see
Through absolution and divine right, he simply wouldn't let us be
To the block, chop off his ******* head!
But what does it solve? Look at where we are now, even with the last king dead
Disappointed, sulking in our own disappointment
In the path to happiness, ****** will never make a dent.