The King Of Hell
The King Of Hell
There were million people on the field
I was one too and I held a shield
With a weapon too that though I knew I could
I wouldn’t wield
So I saved myself .
But the guilt was eating me away
When I saw others die and their souls packed into shelves.
I knew to them there was something I could say,
To ease away their pain.
But they rotted away
In the summer in May.
I now knew
That there was nothing I could do
People had to die
And from death I could not be shy
So I picked up my spear
And everybody near died
I killed them all
This achievement was not small
And I stood tall
As the king of hell
But who am I to you?
Pray tell.