We Are Kings

We are kings and we’re forgotten,
From the stars we hit rock bottom,
We lost horses, arms in battles,
Everyday we chocked on apples.

See, the time is not that free,
Father, son, and me – we’re three
Of jointed and forsaken mystery,
Of endless, starchy misery.

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