Smashing and breaking
All he can touch
The king who became evil
Ranting and raving and such
The tortured one knows
To be quiet and still
Scared of the evil
And the mentally ill
Kristina and Kevin
Hide in their cells
Silently listening to
The screaming of hells bells
How will we live
With this madness and such
Sounds of smashing and breaking
All he can touch
© Copyright 2004 Angie Krause. All rights reserved.
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