I am but a lowly fool Living under benevolent rule Of a person appointed by God Living by the grace of their bejewled and golden rod I give them the gift of all my grains And their God blesses me with quenching rains That hydrate my throat and thirsty fields That bless my ruler with greater yields Sometimes the rain washes out my home Flooding comes and goes, a divine metronome My ruler does not come to my aid For I left our God unpaid See, while I was plowing dirt And mending my tattered shirt I was unable to go to worship Forsaking God for land stewardship So, our ruler of God, heavenly ordained Punishes my sins, leaving me pained In this act, devoid of love and heart Our leader is damned, torn apart But not sent to a fiery abyss Instead, burned by the lessons they failed to reminisce They forgot the only commandment from their God above To live their life with nothing but love And now I gaze upon my leader's wrath Untaught of putting love in my path So here I am, plotting while I sit About how this leader's throat will be slit