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A Kingdom Never Had
So unto the sweet of fitful dreams,
and, oh, how they do haunt,
and the smiles echoing every failure, every want.
So here again unto the hands,
one upped, usurped of a kingdom never had,
so cold this feeling, left out to rust
because failure's mirrored in the ones you trust.
Hear, hear, to blood and tears,
may we shed them with no dignity
and make true the farce of humility.
What fun, what fun, to stare in this tragedy;
to feel and fall, a human gift and woe.
Laughing one and all.
