Terror. King Poem by Curtis Luck

Terror. King



My people that fallow me I could not be bothered to care if they die.
My servants are payed megerly, my money is to precious to give willingly.
I do not give to the poor they can all die I can get more.
You may think terrible of me, why else am I called the terror king, I enjoy watching people in agony.

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I based these poems on chess pieces
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