Monk's Song

How heavy a sin to tug an angel off his cloud?
And yet he lies deep in the ground
And heroes revered in olden times
Bestowed with great strength
Yet still brought to their knees
Gave their hearts and their fate
Samson and Hercules died in vain

No matter how high
The pedestal rises
There's always something
To knock one off the edge

Even a queen could not
Keep her kingdom to herself
Captured was she
Zenobia as a trophy
And terrible emperor
Rome had slowly wept
Nero murdered his mother
His brother, his sister, and most his friends
Ruled with a fist, and with dagger in hand
He plunged it to his own neck
When no one would hear him

No matter how high
The pedestal rises
There's always something
To knock one off the edge

And oh great kings have fallen from grace
Caesar stabbed in the back
Alexander felled by a poisoning
A kin made attack

Prophecy told in a dream
He shall be hanged by the neck
And so did Croesus flail
When strung on a noose under sun and rain
Despite his glorious fame

No matter how high
The pedestal rises
There's always something
To knock one off the edge
Knock one off the edge



Credits
Writer(s): Artem Bank
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