Bathos

In a tiny little town
Where enemies once laied.
A forgotten child carries
The pain upon his crown.

In the endless nights of dread
He woke up in his bed,
Alone and sat on the stone.

In a million faces,
The Kings all fell down
You could see it in these places,
When the good were all wrong.

And he picked up his head
At the sound of singing charms
Ryhming in his ears
As sacred as their fears.

And the boy questioned
If he was ever wrong
If evil lay within him
If he really could go on.

What if the green were red?
And the devils with their hate,
Would they stand beside your bed?

No more windows to crawl out.
No more stregnth coming from within.
If the church is watching
You can't hide behind your sin.