#tosca lee

I knew a king who went like a beggar,

Who lamented, but who preached words of hope.

His ladies were whores, his lords were lepers,

And all his enemies raged when he spoke.

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He taught us all about earth and heaven,

About the kingdom he reigned upside down.

But my black heart turned twelve to eleven,

I betrayed my king and trampled his crown.

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Then I watched as they tore down his body,

And all this sorrow erupted in me;

When there was no release I could lobby,

I hanged myself from the branch of a tree.

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The blood that he shed was a ransom,

Grace and mercy now pool at my feet.

This phenomenon’s foreign and random,

What king dies for his enemies?

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