The Pharaoh and The Prince
THE PHARAOH AND THE PRINCE
She was a pharaoh and he was a prince
Both which have found the meaning of life.
Yet they could not see that they needed me, the girl who brings puppets to life.
They sit there and weep of how can’t they see they need the girl to bring them to life.
A love forbidden, a world they could not see
Oh how dead they look from here and beyond,
sorrows swept over the peasants.
The puppet master puts them away for now have they’ve come to play.
They skin him to death, take out the bones, boil in broth, and a feather of a crow.
The puppets have come to life oh how happy they seem.
To bad they don’t see me coming.
There's a price to pay for coming to life,
And that is reaping the love for which they seek.
The deed is done
How miserable they are
The Pharaoh sits there and weeping is she.
Saying, “Take me to be free from everyone, except him and me oh please”
The girl had listened to her sorrows profound.
She did as told, and took them both down.
The puppets alive no more.
For she has succeed.
The little girl dressed in skin tight jeans.
The presenting story shown to you is to teach you to never mess with life.
For it can cause horrible things.
Just ask the pharaoh and the prince.
Their bodies are hung in your closets.
--Kat INSANE
