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Exalted

Exalted

I’m a King suffering like an angel dipped -n- gasoline, with burning wings looking for comfort, they keep injecting shame into me, but my blood won’t allow it in its stream, won’t allow it 2 manifest into my being, I’m a King deprived, hated, taught -n- told lies, look at me, don’t avert your eyes, you can’t hide, you tried, but I followed your signs, you occupy their minds -n- shine a light that leaves most blind, you punish those who commit your same crimes, you created this system 4 my demise, but I’m a King, the more you try 2 defeat me, the more I rise, the more I add color -n- true vision 2 the people eyes, now they can see -n- realize, they too have been deprived, hated, taught -n- told lies, you’re not a King, because you say you a King, you’re a King from what you’ve survived -n- how hard you will go to provide, when you can take one look -n- know who’s -n- disguise, -n- your heart beats a unique unfoolish pride, your thoughts -n- emotions keeps the sky alive, -n- keeps the clouds -n- stride, I’m a King, I’m not defined by jewelry or my crown, no servants, no palace, no bodyguards following me around, I stand alone, yes my complexion is brown, follow my footsteps I’ve left embedded into the ground, only a King can give another King a crown, my Lord has exalted me above water, above the skies, above the ground, your strength ain’t stronger than his strength, so ain’t no pulling me down, I know who my enemy is, he tried his hand, now he kisses mines every time he bows down, I’m a King so let my people go, so as I look down I smile, waiting -n- watching, so I can appoint the next King -n- give him my crown, 4 I’m the King right now.

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