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Nov 2015
I see a king standing before me.
Just look, can't you see?
I see a crowd disagree,
I see them beg and plea.
I see a king on his knee.
Only I can foresee,
perhaps he's kneeling to me?
He hands me a key,
as he sets himself free.
Maybe this is to be?

I see a king falling into a dead sea.
I see a kings soul set free.
Just look, can't you see?
The king is me.
Is failure a necessary fee?

I can see.
The one falling is me.
Just look, can't you see?
Falling into a Purging Sea?
Paying a Painful Fee?
Is this torture necessary?
Can I ever be free?
*Could it ever be?
Kristoff Kowalsheski
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   Cecil Miller
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