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How roles may turn

One was trained To be the king of the table One was bred To be the king of the dead Hand in hand, down the path they walk Hand in hand, watching the future they sought Flash by In the blink of an eye The king of the dead is surrounded by the table And the king of the table is surrounded by death

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Beata Agustin

Date: 11/9/2024 9:33:00 PM

Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Welcome to Poetry Soup. I welcome you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.