Kingdom
Here I sit
In this kingdom alone
My throne unadorned
My heart made of stone
Here I sit
In this kingdom alone
My world lies in ruins
Decrepit
Poisoned
Crumbling
The silence has become somehow humbling
As if gods of men hadn’t once obliterated all that stood in their path
This world has felt their boundless wrath
Now nothing remains
Nothing left to attain
So here I sit
In this kingdom alone
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