Poems from knucklehead

Vast seas of sweat  Continents of grime A world filled with regret  Is it obligation, or crime? Held in his hands, we watched the fire set...
A pen and paper is all you need  And the ability to take heed  Of those that sought to have damaged The literary kingdom we have salvaged...
These thrones weren't meant for these bones  A chance at the throne First, act like a drone  Take all the color, wash it away  Turn your...
This is where the young go to drown  Screams of pain  All to topple a crown  Blindly without a brain  Serve the old enigmatic Receive...
Don't let fear linger here, little stones For it is due to the shame of bigger bones  You jump, laugh and talk But it is the deep blue...

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