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Long Live The King

The king is dead.
Long live the king.
I sit on this throne
Of broken dreams and shattered fantasies.
So many before me
Who have never seen peace,
Not since their early years.
I wonder too
When someone will save me
From these clashing noises.
When will this war consume me?
Where is the end?
Give me victory,
Or give me death,
I can't fight anymore.
I'm falling uphill.
Put me out of my misery
Or let me win.
The king is dead.
Long live the king.

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