The Fool
This will end
Know not when
Destiny holds reign
As we hide our pain
Disguised as sin
We hold on as Gods who rule
Sitting on our golden stool
The time will arrive
Like clouds in the sky
Leaving our role as Fool
Rabid Poet
Rabid Poet
Rantings
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