You had victory in my hands
But you decided to kill or chance
Instead of picking pearls and jewels
...stones and rusty metals
I was made to reduce your scorch
To milk down pity for your hardened mind
To relieve you of your created pains
Its inward for you think who cares?
I know the pain that makes you wink
It seems to you that nobody knows
But you forget you are an empty page in
our streets
We write your daily tabloid while you
roam carelessly about
We were made to soothe your fears
The world is bright...you see it dark
with years
Your pains could be made light
If only you can see that we are the
kings knight
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