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Sep 2015
He walked along the street
He stumbled and fell on his feet
He then swallowed his own spit
When he realized he's going into the pit

He once owned a gallery
And he praised his mounted glory
But he sold his soul to gain victory
Little did he knew that his hands were slippery

Somehow
Everything was burning
And he was crying
Then he was begging
But he was dying
He was grieving
Over his own feeling

He used to be a gold digger
But the king had turned into a beggar
He just wanted to pull the trigger
But a wise man said, " It's on you then go figure! "

Reluctantly he let go of his throne
Oh!!! There's no crown to call his own
He sat there crying and start to mourn
The mad man faced his fate to die alone

-Jess
Jessa
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