Stop calling me ""The King""
The Angel of the Throne
Fled in Blue - flattened wings
Melody reigns around me
The mat of grass gone frozen
When I penance on it - though I flaming.
I excavate history and the
Essence of celestial nymph
Environs my Spiritual-Platform.
The sleeping volcano of my kinghood and
Their spread heart opened on
Sweet-Frost moonlight.
Stop calling me ""The King""
Now, I just a Saint.
The Angel of the Throne
Fled in Blue - flattened wings
Melody reigns around me
The mat of grass gone frozen
When I penance on it - though I flaming.
I excavate history and the
Essence of celestial nymph
Environs my Spiritual-Platform.
The sleeping volcano of my kinghood and
Their spread heart opened on
Sweet-Frost moonlight.
Stop calling me ""The King""
Now, I just a Saint.
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