The Prince

 Strife was abound when the knife was found,
in the belly of the prince,
in the midst of confusion one held a feast,
giving heed to a new rule,
a new kingdom,
a new beast,
then arose the priest,
there to discern his disgust in the despicably deviated minds of
unconscious mobile feasts,
walking like zombies down in the streets,
marching to the beats of their own ignorantly placed feet,
and so was born a breed of tyranny bent on destroying
the common beat while ignoring the coalescence of natural embodiment
with a sediment layer of sadness where should lay a silver lining...