Maybe it was the lack of throne that made him uneasy
He sat on an elevated chair
Screaming at his subjects
Feed me
Alas the king was a child
Maybe it was the lack of throne that made him uneasy
He sat on an elevated chair
Screaming at his subjects
Feed me
Alas the king was a child
He asked for forgiveness
For crimes he’s yet to commit
For the falling angels, and the apple they ate
They led me behind a broken barn
They showed me all the things they have done
Creatures that looked like smoke