Return of the King

I've been digging through my past Like a miner digging for gold But all I'm finding is coal So I reset the path to my goal To cleanse the depths of my soul I bury myself in a pool of blood Pouring it in until it floods And I'm wiping away the mud Of a thousand poetic duds That dropped like bombs Sifting through the words to keep calm I'm a stoic soldier reading the psalms And I can fabricate my own way As I wake up to a new day Knowing I had been led astray By the very words in my own head But I'll thread all these words together As I seek to make myself better I'll be as light as a feather No longer chained by the debtor And upon my head I'll wear the crown As I march with confidence through this town Drownin' nouns in the frowns of clowns I'm ready to get down and get around With my poetic verse being the only sound As I've shed the shackles of the past And as the spirits have massed for my verse I've reversed the course of my curse And turned a gift that had gone the worst And transformed it into a savage thirst As my words burst through the speech bubbles I'll eradicate my past troubles By salvaging my spoken word Spurred to take flight like a golden bird And on the strength of my wings I'll proudly proclaim the return of the king