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The arms of the oceans deliver me
From depths of darkness to streams of light
From fearless child to golden boy
I'm promoted from a pawn, to the King, the
Might
I am no longer remembered for my battles or my blood
I thrive in vanity, silk sheets and lust
My honour now worth a few worldly pleasures
I forgot how to burn, I take pleasure to conquer
I once ended wars singlehandedly
Brought gods broken down their knees
The lust to win clouded my mind
I dont know how, but I became whom I despised
I was a warrior, my blood made of stardust
I was a knight, my heart of burning flames
True that success comes to those who work hard
But one step wrong, and failure is all you've got
My knife was all red as I came for your crown
Came to snatch your throne, came to strip you down
But how easily I fell victim to the seven deadly sins
For even Rome one day, crashed and burned down
A monster I was, a god I became
Better a monster; I regret
Than an arrogant god; I wail
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1.1 || Floraison
Poetry*completed* ○•FLORAISON ○•(French : Bloom) •Words spun into poems Letters dipped in gold Sentences laced with elegance Alphabets with a story of their own ○• I present you FLORAISON, a book whose blank pages bloomed when ink touched the rough pape...
