The Mad King

The mythic throne is his
The world must bow
The reign of ruin—
This starts now

Replace the people
Rip up the rules
Rebuild the kingdom
Run it with fools

Underneath his crown
Unhinged and unaware
Unraveled whispers
Usher in despair

Maybe the scepter shakes
Might be his hands run red
Master of madness
Monarch of dread

Promises are empty
Poison laces gold
Palaces will crumble
Power never holds

Madness looks good on you. A king’s reign is fleeting, but great style? Eternal. Grab yours before the throne crumbles!

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