All Hail to the Lords of the Ring,
from whose power the decision will spring,
will this union be of glory?
To the alter I soar and I fly,
when she swears is it oath or a lie,
will this be a tragic story?
What powers lie in that sphere made of gold?,
that only the Lords of the Ring can behold,
till I place it on her finger.
When it’s done and she lives in my castle,
will this ring be a blessing or hassle,
will she start boinkin’ a second stringer?
The Lords of the Ring have to answer to God,
much like in Job, often given the nod,
only they can tell about the landing…
…so the padre calls for the rings,
and I reach as the choir sings,
The Lords of the Ring demanding.
And as I wake from the night of the curse,
I rise to see the Galactic Bitchqueen of the Universe,
and I start to do the math.
For the Lords of the Ring make the calls,
and the dudes take the sting of the kick in their balls,
as the Lords wring their hands in their wrath.
As I reel from the mystery of the thing,
with such power in a small golden ring,
only now shall I see the fate of the wedded.
The Lords chose her queen over all,
it was I who they chose for the maul,
how this thing, with this ring I’ve regretted!
As for her, does the bitchqueen yet reign!
with new powers to render insane,
the mind of the cursed and doomed…
…was that a woman, before she was changed?,
surely I must have been deranged,
or simply picked as the groom.
Yet I see now the simplicity of choice,
the Lords: “Yeah or Nay” with their voice,
have they the female curse at their whim!
Has the Almighty allowed them to steal,
every good thing that made marriage real,
obedience to covenant, long dying, now dim.
So I see now the role of the ring,
releasing chains of every vengeful thing,
lying dormant and hidden in the she...
…to this day has the man compensated,
the thousands of years of woman subjugated,
are the Lords making us pay the fee?
Have the Lords seen the weight of it all,
chosen men with true hearts for the fall,
in this epoch when man says he’s abstained…
…only men who are worthy of love,
will suffice, sacrificed from above,
as the evil, done woman remains!
So I see now the math of it all,
the more worthy, the harder the fall,
till men learn what a woman is for.
As the Lords shake their heads., having seen,
all the love that I saved for their queen,
let us pray that this curse be no more.
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