My Six Thousandth Day

In the light of this, my six thousandth day
I felt the truth I knew, begin to give way.
The solemn days showed no end.
How much longer I should be misery's friend?
Embraced the hammer and the axe
cut the throats, I swore to attack
Straightened my spine, cuffed my hands
saw that my throne collapsed in sand.
Bitter now I repent, the loss of my possessions
My home, my kingdom, my hideous intentions
I felt the truth I knew, begin to give way.
In the light of this, my six thousandth day.

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