Rex.

Irony swept the fields in darkness that day.
Irony controls, controls everything, controls me.
The clues, so abundant.
He's slowly drowning in them.
But he, he doesn't want to see the truth.
He, he, she, she, I, I don’t.
I don’t want to see the truth.
Lowly peasant, so similar to the great king.
Blacken my sight, make my see.
Steal my ignorance.
Ignore my plights of mercy once it be done.
The truth is irreversible, but I must know.
Give him, give her, give me,
Give us the gift to see.
But let us fade after your wretched game be done.
Oh irony, perhaps you could spare just one?