Madman 2after Goya

A Russian king, with a heart of stone, determined to reclaim what was once known. His empire lost, but now he’ll strive, to make it great, and keep it alive.

But at what cost, this quest of his, the countless lives of men, their blood and their cries. He cares not for the fallen sons, nor their sacrifice, they are just pawns with their guns.

His eyes are fixed, on the throne so high, blind to the suffering, of those who die. The mothers’ tears, the widows’ cries, all for the sake, of this mad king’s prize.

He thinks he’s righteous, in his fight, but his ambition, is a cruel sight, the common people suffer, under his command. A vile Russian madman, who will never understand.

So heed this tale, of a king so bold, whose hunger for power, left the young and old. In sorrow and pain, with their lives torn apart, this madman’s rule, a wound on the heart.