Kings

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You and I both knew

There had to  be a day
Where one of us would
die
T

hough I am quite disappointed

You did not put up a fight

You let something like shared blood
Block your drive
Let's hope when I spilled it
It opened your eyes

But at last
It was too late
You were soft
And for that the price was great

So now as you rest in your casket
Just below your stone
I

sit within my castle

Resting on my throne.

Not just as a king
Not just as a father
But as a man who fought for power
And killed his only brother

-Nør

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