A King is who you think you are.
Every word as brilliant as the stars.
Giving no thought to anyone else.
Their hopes, dreams or how they have felt.
Pay them off with crocodile tears, and words when needed.
Long as your power is absolute and your wants heeded.
Always push them to the precipice, now shoved over the edge.
Today you’re the one filled with dread.
Left alone with your ego, no soul to save.
Eternity, trapped in your paupers grave.
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