Regicide,
the king has died,
people rejoice in the streets below.
Thanking, their god.
They stayed strong,
and for so long,
waiting for a man that would **** the king.
And now, they sing.
They cheer for,
a murderer,
a coward who killed a man,
just trying to do his job.
They forget,
challenges he met,
and that they voted for him.
They wanted him to win.
Now he's dead,
and they quote what he said,
"success comes with sacrifice".
And he was their sacrifice.
Oct 3, 2011
Oct 3, 2011 at 7:08 PM UTC
Regicide,
the king has died,
people rejoice in the streets below.
Thanking, their god.
They stayed strong,
and for so long,
waiting for a man that would **** the king.
And now, they sing.
They cheer for,
a murderer,
a coward who killed a man,
just trying to do his job.
They forget,
challenges he met,
and that they voted for him.
They wanted him to win.
Now he's dead,
and they quote what he said,
"success comes with sacrifice".
And he was their sacrifice.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
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