Throne
A man's work is his kingdom
So I never stop constructing,
Equipping my throne
With armor and weaponry,
Force field's and hidden nukes
But my garden green!
A lawn with lime flower petals
Branched out trees,
The sky blue and sunny
I love my guardians,
And they never stop growing.
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