Retelling of the Book of Kings

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RETELLING OF THE BOOK OF KINGS

When I was young, serving the King with all the loyalty of my life,I never knew that the future was all but strifeHe declared war between his brethren, his brothers

And in this time of need, the Great One did not bother

It is here where the story beginsA story of sacrifice, gratititude, and braveryA telling of spite, deceit, and knavery

The death left his mother illAll his sons and daughters she sent to killAll but one underlooked exceptionThe youngest of them all, the hope for the blood's resurrection

For seven years of brutal RuleFor seven years of a queen with a heart so cruel

There was to be an indirect duel

And so the child's uncle, always with his mind set to a proposeGave orders to finally bring the wicked rule to a close"The Great One" - we knew - "would approveWe must now make our final move."

I was one of the conspirators

The loyalists to the original blood line now protected the childTo avoid the plot from going anywhere near mildI went to capital, JerusalemTo begin the plot and finalize the problem

The child, seven years old he was when secretly broughtHis death was what the queen would've soughtBut with the Divine and Earthly law at our sideWe welcomed the soothing tide

The King had arrived!The blooline had survived!"Long live the king!May the Great One ordain his blessing!"

Unaware at first, the wretched Queen was informed

"Conspiracy! Conspiracy!" she yelledThe loyalists surrounded her, and thus, she knew she had failedHer wicked acts were finally unveiledHer evil ways were somewhat distrailed

The boy king grew to be a manI was still loyal, - it would never have ran -After time, the King's father and uncle diedHis sorrow was obvious, for he loudly cried


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Without his personal guidanceWith the sound of the his most trusted in absence,The King deviated from the ways of goodThence the Great One sent his cousng, with respect and without being rudeTo rectify his reasoning, his ways, his mind

I saw that the King didn't take this lightlyHe sent his cousin out of the city's wall promptlyAnd gave orders of his relative's death directly

The act of killing your own savior's son in ingratitiudThis, the king displayed with plentitudHe did not remember a show of love, or braveryBut it was now time to shun his treachery

I was one of the conspirators

For twenty years of brutal RuleFor twenty years of a King with a heart so cruelThere was to be a direct duel

As more and more prophets died,We were forced to more and more lieIt was clear the Great One did not favorAnd the King didn't bother to reconginze, rememberSo I and the conspirator plotted, prepared

His son, Amasiah, was not corruptedWe desired him as the new King to be appointedAs the number of Divine chosen ones dwindledOur sentiments for rebellion and justice kindled

Then, finally, the time came

And so we chargedBut the King's army was too enlargedWe fought, we died, but to no availHowever, his son couldn't live to see us fail

Alas, we were surrounded in the palace itself

The King presented his presence,"What is this, a moral decadence?"I and forty men looked aroundEscape was virtually nowhere bound

But no one escapes justice, despite your rank as king

Amasiah's archers whot twenty men out of ninetyBut no one aimed the King for the noveltyIt was now a question of loyalty

Our flank and the King's loyal soldiers bargedBut with justice at our side, our cause would just have enlargedOn both sides, there were many deadOn both sides, precious blood was shed


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Amasiah soon meshed in the fray

The King was ruthless, and could take on three, even four at a onceWith Amasiah notably at our side, I couldn't allow his death an opportunitive chanceAs the King's sword and mine clashed, I found my mind enhanced

His sword swung skillfully, from left to right, right to leftBut the child I saved years before was in my sightIn that moment, I did not know if I was rightIn that moment, I fell, wounded, for the King had unsurpressed mental might

The King raised his sword to kill meBut Amasiah intervened, and his father smiled in gleeThus father and son dueled,Hence all eyes stared at a turning jewel

All eyes on the King,Whose own son he was fightingThe fate of a people they were lighting

The King alas fellBut my heart was not at all wellHe was a man, who fell in his own powerIt seemed that a feeling of guilt and sorrow showered

But the Great One approved, and evil was finally purged

This is my story, that no,. I do not exagerateJust whatever you do, never try your translation of dictate

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