The king of the squares.

I'm unholy-I sit upon a throne, royal red velevt i am crowned with the finest gold Statues, they do, they follow I as do the sheep, who are mostly blind I'm unholy-I move my pawn a space to the left For I am the king of the sqaures Not an idea, a virtue, or a change can appease me for my justice and ruling is all that is there I'm unholy- to an imaginary figure, I force them to bow a half dead man slain on a branch of a tree How moronic can they be?- I only want to hold the staff the staff that guides the sheeps' every move I'm unholy-I've listened to confessions and laughed in my head I smile at how stupid they are to think telling me of this makes it okay They've only told I, the most sinful of natures and next to him, they are unworthy I'm unholy-For I bathe in lavish perfumes and wear robes made of the finest materials and fabrics these things are of my greatest concerns for without them I'd be as regular as the sheep I'm unholy- I rule an empire of hypocrties and sinners and I am the prime example to them all I am despised with myself, yet I bask in the glory For I am powerful and so very unholy.