This life you live
The gold you've obtained
That is covered in your blood
That is tainted in your wrath
Is the symbol of a broken system.
You rule your land
It is filled with valleys of great heights
archaic statues of the bold and deceived
But the monks and I
Remember a land filled with animals of etiquette behavior
The waters weren't poisoned
We could drink in peace
Eat without sin
And sleep without worry
But now worry has turned us into sin
We must sin to survive
We must run to the highest mountain of the lands and sit on its peak
And sing along with silence
Why you ask?
Well your highness, I assure you that you are the reason for my actions of the renegades.
We shall not stand under a being who hasn't learned to be his own king.
We shall not stand under a bridge that lacks stability.
We shall not stand under a foot that crushes our allies
We know what you want.
Pride of a demons horn that is doomed to shatter.
To spread your wrath to the people worthy of trust
To spread a foul tongue of mischief to the future realms of our dimensions
Oh kings, give us your great speech of solitude
Tell us that you care about the darkness,
and wish to be swept up by the wings of distant dreams
So that we may laugh at your wounds.
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The Raven's Hymn
Poetry"A wonderful moonlight, Shines on your soul. It illuminates a sillhouette, Of waves that cause havoc With haphazard directions of agony. Let the raven welcome you to it's domain, And sing unto you, The symphony of many." Highest ranking in inspiring...
