The Throne

He will surely not let me have it He is full of loathe and avrice That coveted throne belongs to me Does he understands? Does he Know? His ageing skin and gnarled fingers Undermines the prestige of kingdom People deserve better,So do I he is no more apt to pass orders council yearns for someone like me young,agile,intrepid and ambitious But my father won't like it,i reckon Patronizes me at each step,grins God! Revulsion i've for him is unhealthy So hideous,Every deed looks stealthy He's seen enough,time to go now Darkest pits of hell are waiting I want to see remorse in his eye When he begs for life and I deny Should i slit his throat when he's asleep? Or call an archer to pierce his fat belly Poison him to death when he guzzles Or feed him to the lions,he once pet...