otrdiena, 2020. gada 11. februāris

Our lord, mighty savior.

A king that changes stance each time,
Doesn't need a queen.
He just wants something to cease the boredom,
Not to see as an equal,
But to own.
Just like other things.
A fun possession.
A compromise isn't the word.
For the king that holds a candy cane

As a sword.
So sweet and so fragile, Just like the confession. Unbreakable you say, Until you change your progression. Switch to another stance again, But you remain true to your choice, No other opinions matter, If the king has given his voice.

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