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The Prince's Luxury, The Prince's Burden


I am a prince, born into a luxurious home, I grew up to know what it’s like To be a full-blooded royal, it’s a hard life to dislike. It gives you a title of great power, like a lightning strike. I am his son, one who rules like the Emperor of Rome. I am a prince, born into a luxurious home, I grew up to know what it’s like. I am a prince, supposedly born into a glorious life, But I grew to know and learn. I feel dark pride, along with angst and strife. As a royal, I held the king’s engraved knife And now I know of my wretched burden in life. Why am I his son? What honor from that do I earn? I am a prince, supposedly born into a glorious life, But I grew to know and learn
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