Take me to the throne at the end of my fearsAnd the thorns shall peirce my feet until their filled with tears.
Do not call me by title while you serve by my side
By the time this world end's- its rules we shall not abide.We will not perish in this world's light,
Our kin will sucess us when they turn dark to bright.When they shout at you as lions roar
They that did you wrong will come to your door.You will shelter those who come in needs
For they will judge you from both your words and deeds.And like a benign king for times to come
Your blood sweat and tears will have to give some.And your deeds will seem to be in vain
But before your last breath he will take all of your pain.By A. Gordon
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Destined And Fate
PoetryCollection Of Poems in my Head. For anyone who enjoy poetry or poems that are Out there.