King of kings, he who accepts sin within man without remorse, Chaotic system of lies and forgiveness in the theater of god, Fantasies where god is devoured by the serpent. The lamb is devoured by the wolf, Where the angels are torn in the air by absolute truth, Their wings are dismembered by logic, Their heads are cut by existence. The king who enjoys his complacency Is not repressed as slave drowned in his remorse, He who was born to be king ruled by his own life And not submissive to the cross of the bastard Accepting the nature of instinct And knowing the darkest of being By elevating the "ego" to superiority, Leaving illusions that fill the void of failure because of impotence, The weak human will remain weak until reaching his Existencial reasoning. The weak human pleads for his forgiveness Before his last breath as a worm creeps to escape his death, A slave in his last awakening is repentant to obtain his place in False glory, while a king, in his last breath imposing, Until the time comes where it transcends the glory of memory.