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Upon My Throne
Upon my throne
Of charred, blackened bone
I sit with a sneer on my face
I am a king
A most powerful being
I am the ruler of this demonic place
Upon my bed
A cushion of dead
I lie with a lie on my lips
Misanthropic am i
As i watch humans die
And lash out at survivors with whips
Upon my black horse
I shall have no remorse
I shall deal out the cards of death
I will kill hordes of whores
As i have done before
I will laugh when there is not a thing left[/font]
Of charred, blackened bone
I sit with a sneer on my face
I am a king
A most powerful being
I am the ruler of this demonic place
Upon my bed
A cushion of dead
I lie with a lie on my lips
Misanthropic am i
As i watch humans die
And lash out at survivors with whips
Upon my black horse
I shall have no remorse
I shall deal out the cards of death
I will kill hordes of whores
As i have done before
I will laugh when there is not a thing left[/font]
Published 18th May 2010
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21st May 2010 1:52am
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21st May 2010 8:39pm
This reminds me of someone. Nice work though, the poem has a nice rhythm and flow. Dark and demonic indeed.
21st May 2010 8:51pm
18th Jun 2010 00:36am
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