Who's the King
You get to know the kings in a castle.
All too expect with no fears and hustle.
I’m well blinded with secret cold fights.
Rebellion results to incredible tights.
Many would suffer innocently.
To whom you should follow faithfully?
Why could be those royals get to unite?
Live with peace and just make things right.
People are dumb to understand.
That’s why they’re dragged in living hell land.
To train a white horse should be their attention.
It’s much impossible to stop hearts’ aggression.
Who’s the real king in this called castle?
Who would give way and make good bustle?
High can’t be united because of power.
This kingdom won’t grow and will never be better.
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