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little crooked boy

with a makeshift knife

you claim that you're alone

so you could save your life

the princess is defeated

you're cutting the king down

but heavy is the hand

that steals the makeshift crown

you can suffocate dissenters 

you can put the dead to sleep

but who will watch the watchers

when its your safety they'll keep?

you ran into the woods

and left a gunshot in your wake;

you went on an adventure

that wasn't yours to take

you're not interested in living

survival is the cost;

you beat your smile to death

to forget how much you've lost

an outcast among your people

with no one to call your friend

you have no remorse at all

on deciding who to end

you prefer to be abandoned 

with nothing left of you

after all, you don't have faith

just nothing better to do

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