Macbeth: A state of mind
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Dripping melody from squires who know no better
the royal sweater coated with arms and chains
Worn by pride by men belied by words from the letter
Singing their way into a maze of fatalistic games
And the Soldiers sing:
“We will win; we will bring fortune for our king!”
Hypocritical ideals make the court feel the need for the ordeals
AS a necessity for the very society that kneels at the Kings heels
A King mocking his subjects as miscreants & the women as jewels
Ghouls haunt Macbeth and his mistress notes him fickle as fools
killed a father figure to figure out a way to a bigger infrastructure
Hierarchical fiends look for means to easily demean & fracture
A sly wife only added to the strife of a man considered invincible
She shrieks as Macbeth fights with enemies and corpses invisible
And the corpses sing:
“We will win; we will bring fortune for our king!”
A King granted a life and fortune by witches in stitches laughing
changing hidden switches to perform mystical prophecies halving
the chance of an honest mans survival they corrupt him with seeds
Commits deeds forbidden he heed’s the God ridden talks leads
An army of 2 to butcher the man who taught him honesty is a virtue
Dead at night he strikes to leave dead the former king in a quite curfew
Months later the sides switch invisible spectres guide him to seeing
Sadness of a wife gone and the gladness of being an invincible being
Forest walk up to him and he watches a man not born naturally strike
A fight lost he dies; one moment of distraction cost Macbeth his life
And the victors sing:
“We have won; we have bought fortune for our king!”
“I close the book...Macbeth an ironic play
...leaving me in a paranoid state of mind
.................................Like Macbeth was”