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Even kings fall...

Blood stains in candlelight, hands braised in utter strife
Delayed haze on a summer night, covers displays of stuttered life
Back broken like poultry victims of voodoo congregations
Psalms of nations, destroyed men wail in infinite denominations
Boys declare independence, cutting cords from mothers’ wombs
Years later the shades hasten, paraded shackled to stony tombs
Sweet words and sweeter scents confuse brain cell firing
Even Satan admires angels, constant gazing makes Hell tiring
Hardened men lie ravaged, helpless as babies in stolen strollers
It starts warm, grows colder, as frozen nitro in seas polar
Corroded rings grope fingers, like necklaces in Amistad
No cure for coerced vows, from Swedish teas to balms of Gilead
Hills of sod, domestic mortars crash lazily in trailer parks
Reunited clans in summer shine, push blood and fade the heart
A timeless enemy, greatest foe to stand amongst the tides
Creator of mindless armies, trapping men with lungs of lies
Avoid the daylight, they ride the night to clubs in carriages
Where these paupers capture kings, few manly souls have run from
Marriage

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