I search for a peace: tranquility,
at an ultimatum with civility.
How can I just watch and wonder?
It pisses me off to ponder.
It’s terribly tiring, managing an honest throne.
A crisp lie must feel nice, a small bribe from the soul.
A man is only as good as his word, and I must keep my own.
There are other ways to lie: being fair is foul.
To a truth teller, deceit’s transparent, now the seeds are sown.
Your blood is gaul! Your eyes are dry! Your milk is sour…
Liar! Witch! Most foul of beasts! Your corpse shall soon be thrown!
Time is ticking ere hell takes you, to the victor goes the spoils.