The emptiness is real.
The destruction of one's own heart,
Ripped and played with.
Heartless at best its easier,
Not to feel pain,
Without a heart comes a price,
In which paid with prison sentences,
Judge by hells best...
Satan.
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Poetry : A King's Poverty
PoesiaA description of a king is almost defined by the way there Kingdom is perceive "Perfect" Nobody knows that, the ruler of the Land wears two crowns with two different coronation, One crown is for his might, the other is the side he never shows. As yo...
