Return to the way things were

On the spike King Cromwell’s head rested-
How quick love can sour-
But the misfortune of King Charles could’ve taught him
How the tide does turn by the hour-
To the guillotine Robespierre went-
How quickly fear can fester-
But poor King Louis could’ve warned about
the anger of the protester-
What can one do when one’s legacy is tarnished?
Once everything you fought for undone? You know you won’t find sympathy in your Victim’s own son.

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