One Grave

High King of a country
Commander of an army
An average butcher
A beggar in an alley
The King holds wealth and wisdom
The General, power and might
The butcher his shop
And the beggar, his strife
The force that ties them together lies in their loss of life
Castles crumble
Soldiers are slain
Meat goes sour
The end of pain
All men are not created equally
They do not live the same
Some are gifted with power
Others cursed with shame
They live their life, bad or good
But in the end they are united
In eternal brotherhood





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