Palm fronds trampled
The palms laid flat
Like welcome hands
Turned up towards me
Like hands raised in worship
An entry fit for a king
Like I was welcome in their hearts
How quickly they phased from shouting my name
To demanding my demise
Apr 15
Apr 15, 2026 at 11:04 PM UTC
Palm fronds trampled
The palms laid flat
Like welcome hands
Turned up towards me
Like hands raised in worship
An entry fit for a king
Like I was welcome in their hearts
How quickly they phased from shouting my name
To demanding my demise
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