The King of Fools

The King of Fools

Here I am high on my begotten throne
Doomed by my self-righteous claims
Do you know me do you recognize me
For the King of fools I am to be

I am neither blind nor can I see
The child of the Babylonian whores
Scarlet was my cape and crimson was my taste
I rose to the throne without haste

Having no servants only serpents by my side
With fangs that feed on my royal foolhardiness
I jest and laugh and rage at their selfishness
They laugh back and rage in unison

Why I am here what have I become
It was not my wish or my will
But here I am high on my throne
Crowned till Armageddon
As the King of all fools!