all great kings came to a greater downfall
some beheaded
some shot
some of old age
you though
you were the king
that took many others along
and committed genocide
i was a pawn
in your chess game
i was a game
for you to play
my body crashed into that mass grave
the stench of blood and rotten skin
it hugged me like a blanket
it tore my lungs apart
you will have a great downfall
and i will not fail to see it
from the bottom of this grave
i will watch you fall down to me
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The Night Talks • Vents
PoetryDisgusting and disturbing thoughts turned into try-hard poetry.
