I am the king of a kingdom sparse
Where the devil stoops and demons dance
And temperance sleeps in a drunken trance-
And I am the King, and I am the King
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With Joy you will draw water from the wells of salvation
-Isaiah 12.3
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Above all else, guard thy heart,
For from it comes the source of life.
Proverbs 4: 23
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We are the home of the brave and/or land of the free
Land of red canyons and land of blue sky
But America is becoming an ideology
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Way up north in these spiral hills
Where the wind whistled and shouted and screamed
When the pine tree bent and the oak tree thrashed
and the mournful call of the carrion crow
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Song Of Ravana
I am the king of a kingdom sparse
Where the devil stoops and demons dance
And temperance sleeps in a drunken trance-
And I am the King, and I am the King
My giant brethren mock and enthrone
Woe and fear on Vishnu's bones
Which I happen to claim I own-
For I am the King, long live the King
I enslave the churchmouse and whip the fool
And take from my harem, the one whom I choose
For come Sitā, in her rags, I need some substitute
To favor the King, I am the King
I, Ravān and Raksasas, armed
We shall advance, we do no harm
To the great sages great alarm-
For I am the King, the harmless king
We lap up the blood from the foaming corpse
And Khār trumpets from a horn so hoarse
That mortals shriek out in remorse
"Hail to the King! " who knows no remorse
And Yām is forced with a finger's flick
To rid of the foe, much to our trick
And those brothers of mine, are so foolishly thick-
For the brothers of the King, are not the King
Into Surya's sun we ride
With death and destruction riding beside
The funeral procession for the ones who hide
From the King, and I am the King
And Rama, his silly bow knows not
Of the thousand arrows I have shot
Into the heart of a whiny snot-
Who defied the King, I am the King
The forest mendicant monks do tell
A tale in which I go to Hell
But I'll be there sooner than a leaking well-
For the penitent king, might be me, the King
Now reader, alarmed you may be, so fine
I do not care what you take of my time
For I could take yours with a lone bell's chime-
That tolls for me, for I am the King
And into Surya's sun we ride
With death and destruction riding beside
And I might as well enjoy the people's chides-
For the King is I, and I am the King
And as the devil himself, of me does sing
"I am the King, I, Ravān, am the king".
Hello, Jordan. It is me, Tom. I have not come to say anything, it's just that Poem Hunter will only allow a minimum of 20 characters before you post a comment, also I like your poems but I am biased because I am your friend