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Mar 2012
The people, they smile
The evil they seek
The Guard, He cries
The secret he keeps
The King, he laughs
The people are fools
The God, he sleeps
Caring not what to do
The guard steps aside letting in the dogs
And the pain has arrived
The land falls apart
The lives all gone to waste
The god spits
trying to get rid of the foul taste...
Montay Henson
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Montay Henson  26/M
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