THIS IS THE KING
This is the king, the one who
stepped down for having nothing
better to do, the one who planted
seeds all along the way, the one
who went mad in expectation.
He'd learned to count, yes, but
only to zero, and he'd learned
to sing, yes, but only in silence.
This, this is the one who stepped
down, averting violence. This is
the King. The King is dead. Long
live the King. (So it's said).