The King of Kings
I am the king of kings — that’s me!
Enthroned in kingly dress,
A trickster and a vagabond,
With saccharin caress,
The throne is stolen, yes that’s true,
And skulls adorn its place,
And I am underqualified,
And swimming in disgrace,
A million, nay a billion sins,
Are etched upon my temple,
A stark putresence in the air,
The sceptre? ornamental!
I am the king of kings, indeed!
Yet I proceed from Adam’s seed,
From bondage — nay I’m never freed,
No matter if you beg and plead!
I am the king of kings — make haste!
And worship at my altar warped,
The fruit is rotten, trees are bare,
The long protruding tongue is forked,
I am the king of kings I say!
And you might catch mine scouring eye,
Peeking from that poisoned tree,
That blocks the sun from in the sky,
So many shades of torment set,
Like jewels, encrusted in my crown,
My succour is catastrophe,
And this whole train is going down!
The flies abuzz! Like trumpets fair!
To herald my dominion,
The demons grinning, wryly pleased,
An ever faithful minion,
The end of time, I’m sure it’s mine!
With sundry souls in bondage locked,
What is this stupid fuss about?
The riteous lost — please don’t be shocked!
My vision as a king is this:
A blackness doused in kerosene!
Torched and tarnished, bonfire bright,
To spiral down to Hades’ queen,
Ah yes, I must not be remiss!
I have a queen to hold and kiss,
The whore of Babylon she’s called,
Her flowing wine, my heartfelt bliss!
I am the king of kings up top,
Inaugurated by myself!
The keen array of your dismay,
Like ornaments upon my shelf!
AD Lovkis, 13/07/25
The image depicts “Allegory of Satan (Lord of the World)” by Polish painter Ludwik Stasiak, created around 1900.
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