Throne
Why is your soul so cold,
and your heart stone.
'We are kind and great', you once told.
Now step down from your so-called throne,
and let the next heir take its rightful place...
On the throne of the pure-hearted,
of those with true grace.
Step down, and let the one who started,
finish.
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