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A free man, born as a king, Lost in this jungle, with no idea of who he is Spent all his years wondering, in search of a greater purpose. Toiling everyday and night trying to find a way home. He dint know he was to rule, an emperor being ruled by his subjects. With no idea of his identity, starting to believe he is who they say he is. Everyday he laments on the misfortune fate bestows in him, Looking at the heavens crying out for change All he had to do was search for the power within, the power he kept dormant and turned to naught. Accepting this wretched date, he toils till he turns to soil. He was a freeman, born as a King and died as a slave. -wolf
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Oct 24, 2016
Oct 24, 2016 at 4:26 AM UTC
A Free Man Born As A King, And Died As A Slave
A free man, born as a king, Lost in this jungle, with no idea of who he is Spent all his years wondering, in search of a greater purpose. Toiling everyday and night trying to find a way home. He dint know he was to rule, an emperor being ruled by his subjects. With no idea of his identity, starting to believe he is who they say he is. Everyday he laments on the misfortune fate bestows in him, Looking at the heavens crying out for change All he had to do was search for the power within, the power he kept dormant and turned to naught. Accepting this wretched date, he toils till he turns to soil. He was a freeman, born as a King and died as a slave. -wolf
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Oct 24, 2016
Oct 24, 2016 at 4:26 AM UTC
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