Wealthy is just another word and kingdoms are royally absurd if you hold your hands up high and you push all your chips in sooner or later you will win
beatnicks and preachers can be friends presidents and kings are only men cast your weapons and your words toss your toys in a trash bin you'll end up just the same in the end.
dungeons and castles are only walls prisons and palaces will fall despite the posessions that we boast we're all parasites and ghosts and our planet's just a temporary host.
funerals give pause to fallen friends and enemies and hearts make warm ammends for a moment you can see how love comes easily when you realize that your heart is all you spend