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King of Nothing
I am a king of nothing sitting upon a twisted throne made up of broken promises and empty apologies of things undone and unsaid of forgotten faith and deceit My court is filled with shades memories of emptiness they whisper in my ears the sweet sounds of consonance that tumble from their lips into a sea of insincerity I survey my kingdom with furrowed brow a land of barren dust unharvested intentions that have rot poisoned waters with shores of rock stagnant ponds choked with regret fertile soils long eroded to sand Haughty in my seat with silken robes my crown of braided maybes that leaves scars of lament my scepter shines of hindsight my sword is rusted and impotent my shield is broken and buckled I am a king of nothing that has reaped everything sown every chance not taken has come to fruition the dreams of youth still locked away within the boy I walled up long ago
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