A “Carnal Cur” she called me.
\nOne that had my teeth\u00a0first free
\nTo lap the gentle blood of lambs.<\/p>\n
Me! Once a king, now accursed of four feet
\nA wet, cold nose, in this wretched heat.
\nNever did I buy a single soul!<\/p>\n
Indeed, mine I sold for providence
\nAnd England. And now I am hence
\nA slave to fight for men’s merriment.<\/p>\n
She cursed me, that Margaret, Queen
\nAnd wife of wretched history.
\nChained here to fight for death.<\/p>\n
And so, I fight. I fight the kings
\nOf ages past, all\u00a0wicked things.
\nWe fight, we kings returned.<\/p>\n
We fight to tear the faces off
\nThe others, surrounding us a trough
\nOf blood, and spit, and flesh.<\/p>\n
Our flesh. And at the end, I cry.
\nI grieve my cursed soul and the lie
\nThat bore me here again to death.<\/p>\n
I am King Richard III! Do they not know?
\nAcross from me, red eyes aglow,
\nWas once a Caesar snarling.<\/p>\n
Yesterday, I ripped the throat of Hitler
\nAs they cheered. His bones now brittler
\nThan a chicken’s neck.<\/p>\n
I am done now. Weary of my fate,
\nI whimper to no one. No love, just hate.
\nDone. Spent. Blood at the light of end.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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