Truths

The traveler awoke from his throne of human bones;
skulls of yesterday on the littered floor.... yes.... he calls it home.
He sends for his servents..... they prepare a bloody meal;
Intestines his necklace- fleshy breasts are his veal.

Deep within the dungeon cold..... lay prey beyond compare.
the fumes of stench and filth.... filled the dungeons air.
Down there in the darkened tomb.... a man lay near death;
and visions of some demons thoughts.... he fought for another breath.

Way above the man of weakness, darkness and despair;
Sat the traveler upon his throne.... his hateful laws...
Unreasoned laws, cruel and unjust!.... they waifed the air.

The vibrant jaded watchful eye.... yes, mine... or maybe yours.
Can look down upon them, putting aside their appearances as.....
Traveler and lowly.... and open closed godlike doors.
and see!..... the truths.... and what was.... or seen to be!

the lonely, lowly man deep in the dark stifled dungeon;
oh,he represents the people of our world!
The traveler upon the throne, who eats of flesh;
ah! he's the godly form of government!....
the lowly man he robbed.... then hurled.
Deep in this darkness deep....
the true people lay and weep.


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