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I am the rumbling of the thunder, I roar, I rest. I feel my power coarse through my fibers. I crack, I jest. None can silence my noble roar, not the poacher, not the muzzle, nor even God. I rumble and shake. I make all quake. I am here for a moment, I fade and fault you. The king's throne is more mortal, Than its scepter-wielding ruler. For he shall also perish as the thunder. Alas, No faster than his roar and the might of his throne.
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Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 6:34 PM UTC
thunder (the fall of the throne)
I am the rumbling of the thunder, I roar, I rest. I feel my power coarse through my fibers. I crack, I jest. None can silence my noble roar, not the poacher, not the muzzle, nor even God. I rumble and shake. I make all quake. I am here for a moment, I fade and fault you. The king's throne is more mortal, Than its scepter-wielding ruler. For he shall also perish as the thunder. Alas, No faster than his roar and the might of his throne.
This poem came about when I came out of a dark time, I began to realize that I'm not the most mortal thing I know. Power, love, lust, greed. All of them will be buried before I am in the grave myself.
sam-kirby
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Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 6:34 PM UTC
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