For another dramatic case

Of someone who’s lost their place

In this world we call religion

Of which we all have to live in

Well first you need to save your

Own grace for his oh so humble savior

But despite the name, it’s apart of this game

When you heed to not beseech

To practice what you preach

The ideal is good, in fact it’s grand

But when we must not take a stand

We tend to not comprehend

While we accept that we’re different

We forget that we’re the same

And deep inside, it’s hard to find

A land where ignorance is not at hand

Well first you need to save your

Own grace for his oh so humble savior

But Despite the name, it’s apart of this game

When you heed to not beseech

To practice what you preach

In the knick of time

We can spare a dime

Then we forgot about them

And only care about us

If this isn’t a shame

Then you’re to blame

For causing everyone this pain

Well first you need to save your

Own grace for his oh so humble savior

But despite the name, it’s apart of this game

When you heed not to beseech

To practice what you preach

To practice what you preach

You just need to save your

Own grace for his oh so humble savior

But despite the name, it’s apart of this game

When you heed not to beseech

To practice what you preach

Innocent till proven guilty

Corruption!

Deception!

View this from a new perception

The innocent always fall

Never a chance for them at all

In this system of bribes

We get nothing but lies

The innocent always fall

Take a deeper look inside

Never a chance for them at all

Take a deeper look inside

In this system of bribes

Take a deeper look inside

We get nothing but lies

We get nothing but lies

Corruption!

Deception!

View this from a new perception

   As I sit and ponder through the complexities of the happenings, I listen for the bell . . . the sorrowful tone that brings me sweet, bitter memories that fulfilmy heart and existence. Oh, how the scornfuldelight of a fault that is mine, of the current predecessor, who’s hourglass has but a few drops of sand left. I decided to go through my thoughts on this cold brutal night.

Chapter 1

   Oh, who would ever want to be king? Who would dare hark such a foul tone into the toxicity that exists within. Well, it must obviously be the one who knows. I have been of witness, first hand, to discover what exists within the castle’s walls. I was sworn in, for the bishop had fooled the commoners of my status. Oh how propaganda leaves the simple minded more just for your cause than yourself. I took upon the grace of King after the last King’s death. He had no children of his own and no rightful heir. I was swooped into a very complex situation at the time. The empire was weakening, buildings were beginningto crumble, and famine was increasingly popular. It was my goal, as that of the bishop, to do everything that the people asked, for I was a man of the people, of the poor. My father had not a penny to spare, so education was key. I studied for, well, my whole childhood it seems, but at this time of my past, it seemed worth while. I soon discovered that the freedom of the King, was nothing more than a title. There were no perks, especially when the bishop who swore you in has everything against you.