A Jester’s Kingdom

Inflict a wound
Serve a purpose
Do as you’re told
Serve a purpose

Cut the throat
Save a soul

Let’s see who gives a damn
Worlds forgotten
Blinded pathways

Lost soul’s die
Corruption reigns supreme
Religious hypocrites
Ride the crusaders corpses

Inflict a wound
Serve a purpose
Do as you’re told
Make me proud

A jester’s kingdom
Bastards live above
The broken man

Twist his hand
Pay penance
Thy lord commands thee
Murder innocent children
Convert, destroy, convert, destroy

poem by Paul Fisher
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