Kingdom
Kingdom:
I stamped,
the drained, cracked dirt,
the emasculated heath,
I climb upon my rusted stead, screeching, when it sways,
The seats are worn, but the chains
,still hold,
I Declare!
This,
As my kinGDOm,
I have conquered the land, It is mine.
“Now, onward!
Im off to conquer the library.”
“Hey Baba...
Will you teach me how to read?”
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