Kingdom

What tethers you to your mortal coil?

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Today he said

He wished he was dead

I vehemently disagreed

 

He lay there in bed

Holding his head

Wishing only to be freed

 

Don’t leave me alone

I said with a groan

Please don’t make me plead

 

His face like a stone

Or brave king on a throne

He finally, reluctantly agreed

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