Says the monarch to his advisers,
"Find me a place of infinite joy and rest."
The ambassador and general for weeks ponder such test.

They knew that their lives would be ended upon failure,
And such a place as described was of very much allure.

They abandoned their families and searched throughout hell.
No death toll called for them,
But their wives and children were unwell.

The monarch grew fat,
Replacing his cabinet.
"Where the broken ones go,
Is the place where peasants set."

Battered and weary,
Their families starved dead,
The two men returned,
The paradise was found in the end.

Where the broken ones go is where they found endless rest.
The paradise lost to humans who burned the sacred guest.

When they arrived to the palace a messenger informed,
"You foolish ******* have killed your families and been replaced!"
He scorned.

"Call us not fools,"
In unison they said,
"We have found paradise where the broken ones go,
And to traverse there we have the tools of your God's dead."

The messenger looked down with terrible fright.
Shot dead on the spot he would find endless night.

They bowed to the monarch and were invited to approach.
"What have you putrid peasants brought me?" He snarled with reproach.

"We have brought you the paradise that you seek without care."
"Insolent fools! I will have you murdered should you not share!
I demand to know this place of such wonder for my lair."

Then the two men spoke a prayer,
Twin vocals so pure,

"Where the broken ones go,
Where death finds no show,
But will have such appeal,
For death is the paradise to which all will kneel."

The monarch laughed heavily and fell to his knees,
He was no more an immortal than the men and the breeze.

His last smile on his face,
the men fired,
The monarch swam in his own blood,

The monarch found paradise where the broken ones should.