The King
The King
Unformable
Impossible
Untaintable
Stand Tall
Unlaughable
Uncrossable
So Perfect
The King

Every aspect golden
All bases covered
Rise above all others
Kinda thought you hovered
Use the human preschool
That’s what you know
Crush the rocks of insight
As they cower so below
Force behind all things
Never softly touch
A voice that booms with sureness
A pureness of such
Never crossed a line
Ever stuck in a rut
Godly in his own way
But a social slut