The petty king endlessly reads, decrees, and passes laws; in decadence and boredom, he forgets the martial caste, but sublimates their blood into semen, finding the masturbatory divine, alone in his granite fortress. He, too (no, most of all), must pay the price for transgressing the law: his body lynched (by his own hand), to be eaten by domestic animals.
'Little hope, little home of heavenly, come save us from this ugly truth ...
Little ghost, so innocent and carefree, they would never stop hunting you.
Little voice, life got the best of me, and, in time, that's what awaits you, too.
Little hope, sing a song of fire; I don't know how to be just like that ...
I've seen the truth and it's nothing like you said.
I've seen the picture of a perfect world ...
So many questions; so many things unsaid.'
'Little hope, little home of heavenly, come save us from this ugly truth ...
Little ghost, so innocent and carefree, they would never stop hunting you.
Little voice, life got the best of me, and, in time, that's what awaits you, too.
Little hope, sing a song of fire; I don't know how to be just like that ...
I've seen the truth and it's nothing like you said.
I've seen the picture of a perfect world ...
So many questions; so many things unsaid.'
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