Fit For a King

Well I was the guest of honor
To watch the slaughter of peasants who
Had dared to try for freedom
With suits and dresses and priceless frescos
I pass the marbled halls to reach the banquet
The dukes and lords were gathered around
A banquet
Fit for a king
With silver platters and grease-stained splatters
They hailed a feast like none I’d ever seen
His royal highness, he wined and dined us
A toast to all his conquests of the land
The food was stunning, if ever I saw
A banquet
Fit for a king
When we were done
He said «Now comes the fun
Where we waste all these treasonous fools
Here is my knife, I’ll let you take the life
Of the one that you think is the worst»
So I turned and faced the king
I stabbed that knife down on his gold crown
His royal bloodline spewing on the marble
His eyes beseeched me
In this hallow screeched plea
«Oh why, oh why, would someone do this to me?»
The guards were slack jawed
I ran through the courtyard
The prisoners were following behind
I gave that bastard what he deserved
A funeral
Fit for a king