When a king went into exile
Someone rescued his soul
When the crowd came closing in
Freedom fighters
with survivals' goal
Stern rulers now must leave
The story of revolving
A cycle mankind weaves

Looking at my own head
A globe on a torso
Two ears are the poles
Two eyes the oceans
Flooding empathy's tears
Add many selfish looks
No answers expecting
Long nose the sniffer
distinguishes fears
While the mouth is the gobbler
will **** in all the pleasures
A foodies tastebuds at work

One has chosen to be in exile
Even when submerged
in a crowds game
Done to myself there is no shame
The feeling of exile
Within the whole of me
Suddenly my ear itches
It shuts me down
It throws me off
My irrational thinking
The buzz in my ear
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