As I left my throne
As I mostly do when I leave
To tend to my dishonorable sins,
For the apple
of thy neck is
Greater than the
Serpents bite
Hedonism is of
Great devils gift; hide
The scriptures if Aphrodite
Is watching
As sin
Devoured my flesh
A king that holds
No crown grew teeth
To bite my wrongs
shedding their blood
He ruled and spoke
In the most Opprobrious ways—
Unbecoming of my throne
He slandered my wife baptizing her
As a whore before my knights
For there is a king
On my throne with no crown
I call him the fool who
Rises in the absence of reality
And justice
Yet in the visions of
my dreams, I see my kingdom
swallow itself — for
my disgraceful acts that
even the wind
has whispered to the ground
Choking the chicken is I
A creation endowed my creator,
Covered in sin and blood
That is not mine, yet
Stains me in a way
I wish I could wash away
Like the man that
Tried the Son Of Man
I weep before the husband
That I yoked to
Stand beside me
In sickness and in health
Yet he has changed
His crown has been tossed
Out into a bed of red,
For he is stained like
Withering flesh on its
Last legs
At death’s door
For this is the
King’s Confession
To A Hanging Government,
That salted in its
Public Duties
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