When I see my golden crown
I wished it usurped my frown
Like Brutus to Caesar
I slayed my leader
Conquered his lands and slit his throat
Still not enough and I feel a choke
Spread my empire to the ends of the earth
Wherever my armies marched, I salted the dirt
It wasn’t enough, I branded every child with my name
Made sure to preserve my legacy and fame
But all I could think as I held flame to iron
Was my old king whom was my sire
Was that happiness?
Bowing to a king who never knew madness?
Was that how he was able to lead, laugh, and lavish?
I’ll admit, his last dying words were right to my face
After we argued, that fool tried to say grace
So I stuck my sword between his eyes
His blood dripped all over our dinner pies
Then I was happy, as I am now
Hopefully, my son never tries to steal my crown