i sit on my throne
all alone
in my abandoned kingdom
i call my home
i knelt at an altar
for a holographic god
a vision without substance
perfection that is flawed
and on this bed of stone
i rest my broken bones
on this bed of nails
i resurrect the things i failed
and on this bed of glass
i break into something new
i can flee this wretched kingdom too
i can escape you
[so much power we obtain to remain completely powerless]
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