Humanity, always on the brink of insanity
Calamity on end reverse the canopy trend
Fake tree's now descend, let the carnage begin//

Here's a tale of a powerful man, a crown wear'a,
hand over hand he rules his land, never to share the..
Power corrupts what it must, struggles erupt from dust,
men descend from thrown, let it be known, with power comes envy
Mass dignity, whateva the trend be, simply put it can lead to vast enemies
Towers collapse, towns disperse, wars resides where death collides and wounds hurt

Now this King had three sons, three princes, three "Ones"
neither got along, always in battle with fierce tongues
Envious of the others potential, forget his own life, his own credentials
now slowly one of these men, drifted to sin, always aware of where death would begin
Only two remain to possibly inherit much domain, talented rippa, strictly with brain
insane right down to his heart, the second of the latter explained with a start
"Why sit and ignore, what will only be torn apart?"
True as pain the next day he's found slain, ripped from the spleen
clean wounds not even concealed with the deepest of tombs
One Kingdom, One Passion, men unaware of what’s happnin
Princes destroyed, thoughts forever remain in the void,
whateva happened to the honor and joy
Whateva happened to swordplay, never sought to destroy
only defend against men whose only thoughts were
Power, Corruption and Sin

This tale displays the crude ways and the life of an Emperor
don’t ever take hold of the power, 'cause eventually it will end ya//


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