Category : Poems

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You who sit on your thorny throne.
You judge others with a distasteful tone.
You demand idealism over the needs.
You are the planters of the most hateful deeds.
For each life means nothing if you do not gain
Making we question whether you are even sane.
Yet here you are on this mournful day, whining how you lost your flame.
What man are you to question those?
When you are guilty of tales untold!