Who's out there pulling strings
I heard a twang, a funny thing
The one that once wore the crown, lost his footing
Got taken down.
The 2nd time he calls them home...
He'll be seated firmly on the throne
Being their delight
Under the wing
No room for spite
To live in the wonder of what shall unfold, answering questions as they evolve
To serve the master and Honour the King
This is what he comes to bring.
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Author:
Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 25th, 2024 08:56
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Comments1
This sounds reminiscent of a second coming. It has religious overtones and feels almost scriptural.
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