He was eighteen years old when they made him a king.
It must have been very hard for him to control the ring.
He heard different voices from left and from right
And they all sounded the same in his young man’s heart.
But little by little as he got bruised all over,
He started to withdraw into his own altar.
And though to all it was crystal clear
That the king was dying as they were near,
Nobody wanted to unprison him in,
Because all they wanted was:
“The king is dead! Long live the kin!”

Lil
02/04/2014