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When all the dust settles
What will be seen
Tarnished relics of fallen king
The wise claim
Love lives on 
As beacon of the past life
Guided to the salvaged throne

Passed through this last breath
The debts are paid with copper covered eyes 
With the echos silenced
The fire rises 
Melts away gilded paths 
Show a kings haunted memories

And you made of wax
Burnt at both ends 
There is a beauty in 
Impermanence

When our bodies are laid in a row
The only difference  
Is the flowers that they grow

And we believe 
We chase a dream
Inventing meaning out of nothing

The waves push a fate since sealed
Looking back a young king no longer moves forward
Allow the thoughts of regret to float away
A head held high embrace the embers 
From lake of mourning

And you made of wax
Burnt at both ends 
There is a beauty in 
Impermanence

When our bodies are laid in a row
The only difference  
Is the flowers that they grow

And we believe 
We chase a dream
Inventing meaning out of nothing

In the face of the end I'm a wretch
Fool's gold formed a noose on my neck
I hang alone from the rafters
Drowned out all their screams with my laughter

Insurgence cursing my purpose
Lost my way in pursuit of purchase
I've learned that my worth is worthless
Tell my serfs, when I'm in the dirt to

Give me my crown 
Watch me burn this kingdom down

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Submitted by: Americanstandardsaz on January 24, 2023