Fallen we weave

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Your crown is weighing down
Sinking to your thighs
The souvenir,  your life
Wipe the gold leaf from your eyes
You’ve missed the ruby prize
Whatever’s left shall suffice

You hired all the court
Your coins now running short
Not enough for a jester’s laugh to sort
The mess from your false idols’ reports

I pray thee gain sight with haste
The longer blind, the less to save
What’s a king with fallen crown
Just as empty as his run out town.

Who? The egocentric
What? Blindly cut down flowers and kill bees.
When? Difficult times.
Where? NYC
Why? Nurture vs nature?

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