The King Of Fire
I can see clearly now that the rain has gone…
I can see clearly now that I am on my own…
The sun is a lion that roars beams of light into the dark space…
The gun kills a million behind closed doors out of sight forgotten race…
As the darkness over shadows the jungle the lion never sleeps…
I see madness as jumbos struggle and the serpent creeps…
God save the King...
God save the King...
Liar liar your pants still on fire...
Who rules the jungle but The King of fire....
Szandorra
(Biko Maximus Martini)
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