Magna Carta, Rum and Coke

It creeps in like a spider

Lays eggs in my head

Which hatch into serpents

Whose venom will spread

Like a bubonic plague

And a leprous affliction

An ugly and sickening

Black Death addiction

For only one sip

Makes my smile a frown

But to level with peasants

I set down my crown

Let them challenge my reign

Over freedom's dominion

But they prefer chains

Of pre-programmed opinion

And offer no tribute

To my divine mission

Just warp my perceptions

And blur up my vision

Until I spill guts

And I spit razor blades

Indulging in blood lust

Unholy crusades

At these God-fearing heathens

Carnivorous sheep

Political prisoners

To my sickle's reap

For now I am Grim

From the dragon's I duel

Just to rise from the ashes

Of kingdoms they rule

And distribute the wealth

To these common man vassals

For treasure-filled chests

Are but crumbling sand castles

To one who is both

Lord of paper and pen

Power-drunk on my throne

Made of oblivion