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The Calling King

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He was the calling king.


To His obeyers, He stood afoot


To His protesters, foes.

There were none to see the night’s dusk


He held the kingdom with powerful pride


and heavy chested thoughts,

but leaving out the sweet dreams-
And cream puffs


He towered over the mightiest soul



But cringes at his indubitable identity

Oh! they chant together!



‘He is weak, feeble, puny-- sinfully weak’


He was the calling boy.


To His obeyers, He stood afoot

To His protesters, foes.

There were none to see the night’s dusk



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Feb. 20 at 3:15 pm
This is beautiful, Alex! Love the rhyme scheme and the rhythym. The whole concept is so unique! Please keep writing ;)
 
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