I watched bleeding crowns burst into open flames
Claim tattered kings, whose robes never knew their names
To tell the truth…
I never knew their names,
it was never the same
It would change more then weather patterns
Their external skeletal structures were deeper then 20 fathoms
Of ohms, repressing more feelings then energy like thunderstorms
Fearing more feelings like schizophrenic newborns
They charge more guilt then innocence
Accept self mutilation then penance
Reject knowledge for ignorance
And would cut out their nerves to escape common cents
Reject their names for fear their family might realize grievances
To tell the truth…
I never knew their names,
It never was the same
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