The town's people screamed and cried at the horror of what happened to their village. The kingdom couldn't care less, and so boredom only washed their dreams into the makeshift serenity that they have written for themselves.
"Burn to the ground all your folklore. The only monster you are to fear is the men of the king, now kneel before his name!"
Ashes, to ashes, they all fall down.
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Boredom In The Kingdom (Poetry)
Poesía[HEAVY EDITING] Pondering royalty, sitting tight on their throne. August 25,2019 - December 12,2019 This book is intended for mature readers only, as it contains graphic scenes and inappropriate language. TW // sexual violence, homophobia, nudity...
