The Proud King Poem by Blessing Asake
The Proud King
No one is next, I'm your savior,
what is common between?
these are there words.
I see nothing in forgiveness,
there souls makes me feel better,
I'm hurting more than one.
I betray myself for been here,
I never said I'm okay with you people,
those word are from proud king.
they will come closer are crack our rules, when they are done, they will say this is there time.
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