KING OF KINGS

By Rory Osborne

Look on my countless riches,

My mountains of gravel, and dust.

Gaze on my sprawling kingdom,

My cities of dirt, and rust.

Stand at the foot of my temple,

And praise the mouldy walls.

Wander my wondrous castle,

And honour the empty halls.

I rule over all my subjects

With a fist of rot and crows.

All the woods and all the flowers,

And the ashes on which they grow.

Now kneel before my throne,

And kiss my withered rings.

This wealth in my possession,

The hoard of the King of Kings.

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