Knighthood

The best men swearing their allegiance to one hand
In order to rule the land, cause fear into the eys of the people
And gain their love by keeping balance in orders
Corruption exists, but a true vow follows their head
Until they are dead or drawn out to think they are mislead
Fighting for what they believe in, or think they do
Who made them kneel and kill before many is an old age tradition

Listen, we label them to take care of our dirty mission
F*****g women, drinking wine, and killing for mine
It's a testament of time like hanging swine
On the line drying out the personal crying
To take the throne and obsess over it's look
Meaning more than the hands it took to cook
Although, bloodline is something not to be mistook

With beauty all around genes run the ground
And when black turns to blond people will turn a diagonal nod
Pushing forth wealth and power
A galactic fire
Knowing the time is coming with blade and attire
That family will be the desire
As value shall form higher

Author's Note

From a different time of thought than usual.



Thank You!

Reviews

You have here a distressing and painful portrait sprayed out on the wall as you painted the red bloodline of confidence and youth. Pain and sorrow woven into everything on our own feet we must be strong and we would have to leave, the roots, the base .... the intense seperation of love, within trust to be mature, and standing alone. Like the lone wolves we are. I love this write, deeply, with all cruel sentences, and facets. It's street art, as I am one of those. As I do not care what people may think of me, as I shall always be me, and nothing more than myself, loving you soul! I feel at home, within your words and our essence.

E.L.

[MoriartyMesa]

What I liked about this was the flowing and wording of each phrase, almost a "this is why I do what I do" sort of statement, not too sure if the music works, but thats just me.