High and Mighty

I am the king of the broken

Of us fools

Us defective products

The key you see

Is to love every terrible


Of your doomed soul

Adore all the anguish

Upon your weathered smile

Pig out on your pity

Delight in your depression

And breathe

Because the latest breath becomes the rarest

It's not the finale that is precious

It is whatever is next


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