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Footman To the King

Footman To the King

He was not
made to be
a footman to
the king
nor
could he 
ever kneel
to be knighted

A wild man
barbaric
who prefers
eating the flesh
out of 
necks
than
to sit at the
highness's
table

Never wanted
but frequently
needed

the phone number
was stored
in contacts
under an alias's
name
because though
truth will come to light
illumination 
has no life
in a blackhole 
 

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