The King worked tirelessly
so that he may be kind

The King worked tirelessly
and so he thought he was kind

He worked and worked
for the people he thought

but honestly he'd think
it was for him to be kind

and so he lay on his bed
life ebbing from his head

and thought,
maybe now I am kind

but the people remembered otherwise
thus history said otherwise

and so The King
never existed at all