3 Evil Kings
this is a tale of 3 evil kings...unholy trinity making even outlaws scream
one called pleasure...one called pain...one called power
they bring death to the game to destroy and to devour
marked with madness like the number of the beast...flooding the horizon as they dominate the least
in rides pleasure with a smile on his face...giving candy coated curses to the victims of the day
the first one's free but soon you'll have to pay
on the devils playground...that's where his children turn to clay
in rides pain as pleasure disappates...loves turns to hate and sunshine to storms
with bars on dirty windows and triple locks on steel doors
laughing loud with lunacy he makes walking timebombs tick and tock
with sour soul sadness some get sick and some get shot
once standing together now they're turning on each other...son against father and brother against brother
in rides power on a horse called hate...blood money flows as rage takes the stage
selling their souls for their only earthly options...adding fuel to the fire of their anger filled addictions
fiction to friction...telling lies in mad infernos...slow soul burns and their spirits glow
like nuclear radiation destroying countless lonely lives...like withering flowers in spring
bowing on dirty knees to those 3 evil kings
they sit laughing on their thrones staying drunk on their disease
Copyright © Anthony Beesley | Year Posted 2010
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