By Gotbells
This is a story
It may get a little gory
But I don't think
You will see it as boring
A man had a sword
He beheaded his lord
And blood spilled
All over the floor
He put his head
Onto the bed
Then he blamed it on the guards
That's what he said
But interrupting the Great Chain of Being
Ain't as smart as he will soon be seing
For what goes around, comes around
To whomever seems mean
So as I said
He was laying in his bed
He looked up to a head
Of his son standing legs spread
With a sword to cleave his noggin
An apparatus of interrupting the Great Chain of Being