Before the blade you weild
Full-stops my life.
Let us reason
My life you do snuff out.
Is this not murder wearing cloaks of “legal”?
Because those on the throne
Have deemed my death right
Makes it no less murder
Hence you are my brother
Brother in crime.
For if I sat on the throne today
My deed would have worn the guise of legal
And praises be sung by men of no worth
And my chest adorned with gem upon gem
And you’d be here waiting to take the blade to them.
©2017 2edged Pen