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I am king of nothing But still a master indeed Like a craftman carves his work I am the epitome Of my own ghastly misery, I and I alone am master of this fate. The weight of my kingdom Difficult to bear Is the marker of my making, And while I lay alone here Surrounded by my kingsmen I cannot help but laugh, That shrill sound Of nothing but despair -
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Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 3:14 AM UTC
To be king
I am king of nothing But still a master indeed Like a craftman carves his work I am the epitome Of my own ghastly misery, I and I alone am master of this fate. The weight of my kingdom Difficult to bear Is the marker of my making, And while I lay alone here Surrounded by my kingsmen I cannot help but laugh, That shrill sound Of nothing but despair -
lou-mcnamara
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Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 3:14 AM UTC
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