No More Kings

Empty boyhood’s piercing treasure, Gaping wound flows without measure~ Fatherless well deep, dank and musty, Mother’s love so stained and dusty~ Enlightenment seems to be the goal, redemption's lie to kill the soul~ Mind's graveyard filled with spiritual glory, yet buried below a shameful story~ Sick secrets locked in countless rooms, descend in fear, subconscious tombs~ Gold plated terror, worn by time, Hidden from light to hide the crime~ Oceans of tears to deep to sail, become the gull, to no avail~ Useless life lay in the ashes, Mother board blown, system crashes~ Misguided by Men who've lost their thrones, society’s production line, mindless drones~ The blood dance done, the scepter broken, whispers heard, dark lies are spoken~ Who then will ascend yon highest tower, to claim the throne and sword of power? Who then will feel the power this brings, no throne, no sword, and no more kings~ Copyright © Satprem 2015 Written at age 14 ~ Edited a few times~