User blog:Cottonfur/The Ramblings of a Mad Cotton

So as I'm sure some of you might now, I can get very bored and very weird when the mood strikes me. The other day I was left alone on chat for like two hours and I went a little crazy with being alone, so I wrote something that I thought I'd just share. It's kind of weird at first (I was just really bored), but then it got kind of poetic, so let me know what you guys things!

At the Hands of a Boy King:
Peasant

Entertain me

No, sir!

YOU entertain ME


 * gasp*

You bastard

NO ONE TELLS ME HOW TO LIVE

I'll have your head on a spit for that!

Treason!

You evil, pompous, good for nothing, lying, stealing, cruel, worthless child of a king

You DARE speak that way to the KING?

AND ME FOR THAT MATTER?

Why, yes, sir, I do. I believe I just said as much

Well, well, well. What ever shall we do about that?

FACE THE DRAGON!

Let you burn in fire and choke on the smoke

Let the stone grind your bones to dust and your skin fall off in layers

Let your heart blacken like the soul you claim to have and may your soul find it's way into hell where you belong

Tell Lucifer your sins and he'll laugh and mock you as you laughed and mocked those that sought your help

You DARE call yourself a king when you are nothing but a child playing dress up in his father's clothes

You don't deserve to be king

You don't act like a king, nor carry yourself like a king.

You don't even fight like a king.

And everyone knows that kings only fight for appearances

Your entire house hates you, your wife, your nonexistent children, your uncle, your brother,your sister, and every one of your WHORES

You say I have committed treason, but your very existence is treason

You have caused the downfall of the kingdom

The wheat is ruined, the maize is rotten, the fruit, pecked by birds.

The pumpkins are empty and so is your heart, which is why we are where we are

You help not the peasants, you help not the rich, you help not the sick nor the fallen

You help not the soldiers that protect your very walls and you laugh at those on the streets

So kill me, if you can, if you dare, if you, with the brain of a half starved worm in a bowl full of food, can even comprehend that of which you have done

You are a disgrace

A leach

A parasite

A witch

A wizard

A snake that slithered into the royal house and ate all the mice that made up the real family

You hollowed their hearts and soured their minds

Twisting their words to fit your own views

Changing life to fit what YOU want

Dare you say I commit treason

Dare you murder me

If I die, they die, and if they die, you die

See you not the viciousness of this cycle?

For what is a king without a country of which to be king of?

A pitiful one is it not?

Or perhaps, not a king at all

Yes, I can see in your eyes now that you realize it is true

You

The evil of you

That of which you know is true

Twisting, changing, grinding, turning, ALL of which is the fault of YOU

Nothing you say can change it now

The dark is falling

Closing in

Calling

You cannot stop it now

You fear this is true

Please, do what you wish, just don't lie to us too

You know you can't stop itIt's consuming us now

Even as we speak

In you

In me

In all of us

At the hands of a boy king