A Title Very Vital

Finally, he’ll accept the title He can think of nothing else vital. No titles physically break down, His body dying for Royal Gown… Some feared truths are inconsequential; Gifts from Satan confidential. As King, every week true human flesh, Or, else as king won’t look truly fresh… So, it’s no time to play the Gentle; Rather time to take up the mantle: As Lord, he’ll be eating his fill, As Head, others shall his farmlands till, As god: half of the lands on hills; As king: drastically reduced bills… “If in life vital is a title Then, to me, this title is vital