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Echo
For Kings with heavy Crowns,
the court jester forever the clown.
We marched with menacing rapiers,
Stained with crimson memories,
all that remains of those we deemed enemies.

Who am I to challenge why?

We serve.
We do as we are told.
Are we immortal?
None of us ever seem to see old...
So this tale echoes through eternity.
Things stay much the same...
Just the weapons change.
Death has the same taste,
no matter the training of the chef.
All in the name of progress in some form...



We still can't cure a common cold.


© isalittlebroken

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