The Way of The Kingdom

• Poetry

								
To condemn the weak as they bring condemnation
To grant a treaty of its ego as it bread pain
The servant of the land never a servant of retaliation
 hard the battle against man with pride who knows not of his own name
  
Victory in the form of nothing has rightly condemned illusion
Never to surpass the servant in land wear his sweat grows fruitfully
Heavens court has damned the king for his villainess intrusion
offered escape then less brutally, he knew his demise would bring upon unity

In remembrance to thy guilty
In essence of thy humility
To stun the birth of his seed
For further more years to live in tranquility 

Toward the damnation of the wicked that aught to bring wisdom
Lurking in the servant shadows is one who did not kill thy
In search of power that his people will listen
Soon the land will fear him and cry the same cry
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