a crown is the closest thing man can get to having a halo
though a crown does not promise a purity of heart
nor a uncorruptability of the soul
it is a thing said to be bestowed by god
but really a crown is a circle of metal
forged by thick, time-worn hands
scarred and blackened
and so very mortal
it is a lie we tell ourselves to justify
how we allow ourselves to be ruled
by those whose only qualification is the gruel of their blood
after all, there is a reason why kings and queens were loosed of their heads
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collections of constellations and the stars || poetry collection
Poetrypoems often written at midnight, each telling its own story. an anthology of sorts. grammatically incorrect use of lowercase is an aesthetic choice and intentional. |incomplete|
