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I got drunk last night, woke up with a splitting headache, opened my laptop, and wrote this. Apparently, something about my head throbbing inspires me to write poetry.

 Buildings slacking,

Foundations cracking,

Bodies stacking.

Kings are cackleing, 

Freedom lacking.

 

Truths are broken, 

Throats are choking, 

Cities smoking.

Kings have spoken, 

Blood provoking.

 

Gods forsaken, 

Believers faking, 

The truth is waking.

Kings are quaking, 

Empires breaking.

 

Love forgotten, 

Slaves are plotting, 

Stomachs knotting.

Kings are bought, 

Thrones have rot.

 

Castles sinking, 

Crowns are shrinking, 

The shackled thinking.

Kings are blinking, 

Poison drinking.

Author's Note

Don't pull any punches!