Beneath a southern isle doth lie the king of boys
Decomposed was he, as the wit of the world fell to the same solem depths
Alas the ego who stripped  our hero of his power
Innocence, his last living breath
HE was nothing more than a charlatan
The so-called king of all things
The so-called GOD among boys
Knew nothing more than the extent of his own vanity
The prospective leader
Prophesized guide us through this darkness that is our world
Now lays in ruins
        Shattered
And with him all reason
All notions of right and good
Crushed beneath a shadow of ostentation