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Oct 2020
Once upon a time there was a ****** up king.
He wore a fake crown and took all of everything.
The king sat high on his throne full of hurt.
While all his peasants just moped in the dirt.
With his army he’d won many a battle.
But this one, this one was different.
All the King’s horses and all the King’s men couldn’t put HIM back together again.
For HELP he would scream both day and night.
But why would we help him? He’s the king with all his might.
So his peasants just left him on the floor to yell and bleed.
He’d be fine or so it seemed.
Then one day they realized their FATAL mistake.
The king, now dead, burned HIMSELF at the stake.
Written by
Katie  20/F
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