The Fall

The Fall

A Poem by theking

Sitting upon a throne of salt
Tears stream, blood flows, misery lies ever present
Behind them, mobs cry out in pain
In front of them, mobs bow down, infatuated
So oblivious, naive, do they not see?
The people that "love" them do so will-less
Yet understand not, these half-wit kings
With their astute minds

© 2013 theking


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Took me a minute to comprehend it. Very VERY good. Never had more than one of those before. Even though it is short, it gives more than enough information and emotion that it's kinda over powering. Keep up with the good work!

Posted 11 Years Ago


This one is over my head, I'm afraid.

Posted 11 Years Ago



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To every man upon this earth Death cometh soon or late. And how can man die better Than facing fearful odds, For the ashes of his fathers And the temples of his Gods? more..

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A Poem by theking