Prelude to hell

Moister of mud and tears
Held in a prince plate
Bad dream, angels tears
Packed in forgotten crate
Counting every stone
In a rainy court yard
Judge stands in his throne
Diddling the sentence card
You cannot forget or be forgotten
Kneel and accepted the fact
Your lips sealed the pack
Stand before your sibling
Greet him with sarcasm
He is your happiness fleeing
To the deeps of a chasm
They think they know everything
Their bonds tied to their dress
They call someone king
Someone they can only guess.