well i was the guest of honor to watch the slaughter of peasants who had dared to try for freedom with suits and dresses and priceless frescos i pass the marbled halls to reach the banquet the dukes and lords were gathered around a banquet fit for a king with silver platters and grease stained splatters they hailed a feast like none i d ever seen his royal highness he wined and dined us a toast to all his conquests of the land the food was stunning if ever i saw a banquet fit for a king when we were done he said now comes the fun where we waste all these treasonous fools here is my knife i ll let you take the life of the one that you think is the worst so i turned and faced the king i stabbed that knife down on his gold crown his royal bloodline spewing on the marble his eyes beseeched me in this hallow screeched plea oh why oh why would someone do this to me the guards were slack jawed i ran through the courtyard the prisoners were following behind i gave that bastard what he deserved a funeral fit for a king 