The Revolutionary Part II

The night is cold, and the moon is black,
black light the hearts of the leaders that aren't mentally intact.
My brothers and allies strategize the fight,
I can already tell it will be a bloody night.

A few days ago I was saved, and am able to keep my head.
Now it is their turn to feel what it's like to be dead.
"Raise the knife!" I remember those words,
Words that bo innocent man could bear to have heard.

We studied the ideas of the bastards in power,
little do they know it's close to their final hour.
A one day revolution is all it would take,
and we are very ready to put our lives at stake.

Outside the castle, a loud "BANG!" rings around,
now it is time to take their crown.
We storm the building with ten thousand strong,
ten thousand ready to right the wrong.

Shouting and screaming of all of their plights!
Now it is time to end this brutal fight.
A dead one here and a dead one there,
Where is the King so we can lighten the air.

We find him cowering in a room with his mistress,
a scares look on his face as he realizes our business.
He looks behind us and sees the carnage we made,
he fully understands he will join the grave.

We lead him out to the guillotine, shackled and drawn,
Infront of a crowd his head will be gone.
Loud cheers and chants screaming "Off with his head!"
Now it is time for him to be dead.

There is yelling and shouting as they can't hear the words he said,
Now on his face, is the look of fear and dread.
He is forced down where I was, and the blade is raised,
he looks at the crowd who are already crazed.

We pull the lever, and a loud clang is heard,
now he is gone and can join the herd.
Our fists are raised in victory for the land,
I grab his hair, and hold his head in hand.

Now he is gone, and liberty has approached,
something that the King has for the longest time poached.
Gone he is, and his body joins the dead,
the sounds of freedom are heard, as all that is left is his head.