Your King Poem by Vasto Grom
Your King
In the world of the mad I stand as your king.
For I do see what none other has seen.
A place where we are not judged be others and can be free.
For this is the place I know of which all of us dream.
Now take my hand and join with me.
For this my dear subjects is what I decree.
I will stand beside you as firm as a tree.
And know that I shall protect and watch over thee.
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