kings fall apart

I’m repulsed at the chimera* and how it all was mend
Scoffing at the scoffers and how they got the bends
Eggshells are so fragile, can’t depend on king’s own men
Solomon lived about it and Chinua wrote it in

Glory to my God and glory to the nighest
Can my life give praises even though I’m not my finest?
Grace sufficient covers me but what about the pious?
Acting as hypocrites and sold-out shows despite this.

This chimera stitched and sewn, my reflection much afraid
Do I believe the prose that claims that I’m wonderfully made?
Faithless to walk on water but for religion I’ll safely wade
My cloak and crown has disappeared, can’t remember where it’s laid

“Let not your heart be troubled, believe in God, also in me,”
Jesus said as John recorded and for czars a King’s heart bleeds
Both presidents and paupers will soon day all give a knee
And the revulsion of my being will yield beauty for all to see.

*In Greek mythology, the Chimera is a monstrous creature made of the parts of multiple animals. The term chimera is often used to describe things that have combined attributes from different sources. I use it as an allegory to how God forms us from our different tragedies and experiences.