Poem: The King


Now is not the time to walk,

nor the time to talk

of plans that will not work.

I have seen what the darkness does

to a man, destroys him inch by inch,

not leaving anything to chance.

Losing precious inches from head and foot,

it is not the demon’s fault but our own.

When the poison attempts

to seep and favor our enemy,

we will not perish, not in this lifetime.

Not in this destruction,

our awareness is above and believing is beyond,

it is enough for us to respond.


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