Delicate paper lips call gently to me only to burn in the fire
How dare they look me straight in the face and call me a liar
I'll shake the pillars of heaven and turn god's face away
Even the devil has to bow to one such as me on this day
For i am the one true king of fools, a prince among clowns
The fairest of damsels come to see me crash and go down
This is a one time true event, a gala of my simple shame
The line it goes for miles to have a piece this cheap fame
A hushed silence over headstones, in the spot light a broken man
No curtain call on this spirit of vengeance, hatred my only plan
No encore of delegations only the roar of the masses in my fold
The lambs of slaughter ask not for glory, but of forgiveness so bold
By, Shannon A. Rhoten
