Let go of the beauty,
Open its fists to majesty,
For the kings and queens
Offer justice to mightiness.
A mercy calls you by letter,
And then this letter recasts
You in full reflexes and heat,
Fence with the king too late.
My royalty is forsaken,
I have no arms or legs,
As my face twitches and parts
With wrinkles of the highest.
Let go of this regal mayhem,
Open the doors to young damage,
For the opening of doors is
Like the damning of elves and sights.
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