Nurture Versus.

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Nurture Versus.


There he lay, a king

and his rusted throne.

He's sat down,

lost his crown and been damned.

All-hells, a man burdened

by the newborn testament of

a people dissatisfied with their

upbringing.


There he lay, a man

and his mighty hubris.

He sits down.

Crown bells chiming above cathedral.

Thank heavens, a man care-free

thinks. He's not late. A newborn

waiting for him by his wife's

nursing bed.


There he lay, a child

and his lonely wail.

He's laid down.

If he could be, he'd be given a crown.

A king on earth. His parents would say.

A suckling babe, raised on the teat

of pleasant life. But world-cruelty,

and he grows as such.

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