the declaration

i am the king
of all that surrounds me
i’ll hold this ground
until you see
that everything is worthy
and everything holds beauty
although that sounds cliche
it will always be my duty
to make this claim
and make my point
you will not know
unless i appoint
that this ends here
and this ends now
let go of your sorrow
and take a bow
i do not wear a crown
though i’d hardly need it
i am the king
and only i see it

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