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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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