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Young king Aug 2015
His a  beast, a giant, only one eye to stare
no size for his underwear,
yet they were known as man eating
lawless shepherd
after all, they were the kings who treated the smaller people as slaves
and they wish he was in his grave,
what could they do, when they had no clue.
his a fatty.
Young king Mar 2015
different shades of grey we see everyday
we just stand there
and we stare
wondering about in the fast lane
forgetting everything else
thinking you have no pulse
so wake up and remember
the world you once had
This poem describes tone. A life people had forgotten, living life without tone

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