• A forgotten soldier in a battlefield of lies
    Though the battle rages on, the true war is inside
    He pulls the trigger, grabs the knife, when suddenly a light
    A mental flare, a flashbang scare, dost fill him with fright.

    A bullet fires through his head, a sudden realization.
    He's a puppet following orders: massacre a nation.
    He takes his blade, the world he'll save, he's losing all his patience.
    He then saws off a finger raw to leave on a "vacation".

    Upon entering the palace he recieves a Purple Heart.
    His brother sits upon the throne, a leader bold, no heart.
    This forgotten soldier knows the bloodline, the king? Not.
    Heir to the throne, yet on the floor, his eyes, both bloodshot.

    From 'neath his coat, he pulls a gun, a government grade pistol.
    He points it to his brother's skull, and happily pulls the trigger
    Through bone and brain, eyes full f strain, throne of blood and gristle;
    The king falls dead, his life has left, a straight-to-hell-bound missile.

    Forgotten soldier, now a king, has ended a war.
    The cost: a finger and ex-king; a feat not done before.
    He rules the land, scepter in hand, a crown atop his head.
    His brother, now forgotten, is now lying cold and dead.