Wake the king from his slumber
The great black king is asleep
Caught in a nightmare he never wanted to be
He didn’t know he slept too deep
When in his dreams he began to see
Beneath the scope of his visions
His eyes were wide open
Aliens stole from his kingdom but
He never knew if he were awake
When a plague from abyss cut
Like a rake across his cake
The great king sleepwalks
Oblivious to time
And when he talks
His mouth is filled with slime
That muddles the power of his speech
And one by one
His household deserted him
What else could they have done?
While at a whim
They decide to save themselves
Wake the king from his slumber
Let him know he is no longer great
Shout into his ears and use a lumber
Before his kingdom disintegrate
Into fragments of an epic tale
That other kingdoms will sing
To remind themselves of extinction
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