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The tale of a wicked king, brought down by those subservient to him, a reflection of bringing down something harmful in one's life.
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The reckoning has come at last
the final strum on the strings of gaia
as one, we congregate around his throne
kneel down, we say, kneel down and pray,
as you've sown, so shall you reap
your day of judgment comes at last
You were a god among men, but as a man you shall die,
and fall as any other king corrupted by power and greed
justice is at hand
as a man, not as a king,
your words have betrayed you on this day of days
convicted, you stand humbled, humiliated
as a man you'll share our fate
the blood of the innocent cry out from the grave
they seek vengeance, only to be sated with your head
you sought to rewrite history, but history will rewrite you
you're just a side-note that became arrogant
now you'll burn for your actions in the hell created for us
may your ashes be a warning on the wind
to all those remaining in your footsteps
as the vermin you are, we are the heel
that snuffs out your oppressive regime
and your shattered bones, a testament to judgement and justice
then they seized the king and led him away
in the high courts, he fell before them
as they dragged him screaming to the courtyard
the king felt fear for the first time
and as one single tear fell from his iron eyes
they set him alight
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