I hate god 
He devises strategies to invade
His' home and haven

Weakness being the sole characteristic of son
Constant is the spirit
Strengthening his' decedent onslaught 

I cannot win
The Kingdom has come
Without any rain

Holding a crown of stone 
Encased in gold
Lined with silver

I have no choice 
But to worship
The tyrant who controls bold seduction

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Bold King of Yore

I sit there, 
with them,
No longer alone
IN 
as they chatter 
And when she asks me 
I nod in agreement; 
not really paying attention 
A secret smile playing across the corner of my lips
Because I am IN