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Centuries ago in a land far away,
An old king up and died
But before he went, he sent his court
To bring his sons to his side.
He said I’ve lived many a year, bedded many a maid
I’ve loved and laughed and cried
I’ve fought and killed and bled and feared
Now hear these words before I die.
Marry, fuck and kill, my sons
Plant flags far and wide
Make the earth your whore, your friend a corpse
And gold will be your bride.
His boys listened close, heeded his words,
And buried their father deep
Then went back home and gathered men
Built castles tall and steep.
The years passed, the world moved on,
The princes grew into men
But they never forgot their father’s face
Or his final words to them:
Marry, fuck and kill, my sons
Plant flags far and wide
Make the earth your whore, your friend a corpse
And gold will be your bride.
The eldest prince killed the next two.
The youngest, he killed three.
The plague took one, ale took one more
And one was hanged from a tree.
In the end, just two were left,
Across a field, armies stretched wide.
As the heralds played battle calls into the air
They knew just one would survive.
Marry, fuck and kill, my sons
Plant flags far and wide
Make the earth your whore, your friend a corpse
And gold will be your bride.
The youngest son became the last
His brothers dead, he ruled alone.
But the world was great and wide and vast
With room for him to grow.
A thousand generations passed
They grew and died and fell.
Kings became presidents and CEOs
And still they heeded the call.
Marry, fuck and kill, my sons
Plant flags far and wide
Make the earth your whore, your friend a corpse
And gold will be your bride.
The world has grown smaller now
Its kings don’t carry guns
Their battle call is stock buy backs
In every market under the sun.
One day soon, they’ll leave the land
Go to floating isles on the sea
Or private ships that sail the stars
Leaving behind you and me.
Cross ten thousand years, one thing runs true
Though that old king is underground
His body’s gone, his tongue is dust
But still his words resound.
Marry, fuck and kill, my sons
Plant flags far and wide
Make the earth your whore, your friend a corpse
And gold will be your bride.
- COMMENTS
Boyd Percy4 months agoThe bitterness of an old man. And this is the words of wisdom he leaves for his sons!
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