There are those I suppose
who will forever fail to disclose
that the king is without his clothes
when everyone else surely knows
that he shows
what pales the light and assails the sight
endured to never a chance of being cured
from the deathnell dirge and primal scourge
as we wait the innocent child within to emerge
and purge us all our weak and wavering courage
how weak a mind have we to find ,within
this immense emptiness we occupy
such a lie as to accept innocence
as our saving grace when all within us are the empty places our clothes seek to hide for we have clothes without souls!