gold throne houses a gigantic huge man booming voice and everything my man, dad sets a tiny blue seat to his right-hand-side so we fight together my king, dad fast ahead to puberty I am straddled to his throne rules bedamn, i said my trouncer, dad he said 'ntil doomsday back when i sat in my blue throne spears out betokening safety my guardian, dad vault clicked open Brutus walked in cock-surely spears, my cross to bear my executioner, dad whip cracks the new silence echo in the throne room painted by layers of blood my oppressor, dad macabre guillotine gleams under the moon less scarier than the round face my prosecutor, dad today, he's a man cast out not a king in this land huge gigantic man my father, dad