Poem -
In the Name of the King

That void that resides,
Silently grows and sighs,
It claims one thing,
Just so it can create further lies,
An Infestation of flies,
Flies that try to determine what might,
Come of the that abhorred night,
Something that can see or be seen,
By a keen sight that tries,
A king that collides,
Greed in his writes

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