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A crown made of pride glittering in the sunlight Atop the head of a king making short strides His eyes are dark cameras A mouth full of daggers, His arms are long chains that make his subjects stagger. A king! A king! So majestic is he He is righteous and justly! Or so he thinks.. Ruling a broken kingdom Subjects protest wise decisions and are punished on false or petty crimes A king! A king! always kind and intelligent Forget that his actions are belligerent
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Oct 21, 2012
Oct 21, 2012 at 5:36 PM UTC
The Crown
A crown made of pride glittering in the sunlight Atop the head of a king making short strides His eyes are dark cameras A mouth full of daggers, His arms are long chains that make his subjects stagger. A king! A king! So majestic is he He is righteous and justly! Or so he thinks.. Ruling a broken kingdom Subjects protest wise decisions and are punished on false or petty crimes A king! A king! always kind and intelligent Forget that his actions are belligerent
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Oct 21, 2012
Oct 21, 2012 at 5:36 PM UTC
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