I was the king of the world
For all of three days
And everyone forgot me within two
But it was such an excellent reign
Seizing the ground like a barbarian
While everyone gazed in awe
Even cheering me on
//
But no one remembers the king in my head
Who still vibrates from when I shook the ground
But the Earth returned to normal after the third day
Now there’s nothing keeping the crown on my head
Not even if I do the same moves again
The Earth anticipates the usurping king
Who isn’t ready to return
To a body that isn’t his
//
The king was beaming
For all of three days
Now the barbarian monarch must go back into custody
Of colors that flicker when turned off
On and off
For a king who falls to sensory conflict
Taken by the angels
Who drill into his heart
With righteous revolving claws
Until light passes right through
For everyone to see
But no one notices
Or even remembers
About the Creator
Daniel Freeman
A friend accidentally got me into writing, and now I can't stop
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