Rise High King.
A wall, rising tall
made of thick stones
Guarded by hundreds of soldier
Inside stands a king
broad, strong, confident
he is impenetreble
Take down that wall
Take away the soldiers
nothing left but a single king for himself
vulnerable, yet strong
No stone wall nor soldier can take away his title as king
Protection or no protection he is still king.
No filter or no makeup, I still am the same person I once was before.
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