Crown

Do I have the right to exist? with your campaign you persist.

You gunning for me and my kind, because I have the wrong type if mind.

If I could stop it I would, but let’s not forget that you accused and stood…

…telling me my future was behind your closed doors. But now I hear echo’s of boots on the floor.

Knocks on the door and quietly taken away, is it really going to end this way?

I wouldn’t do it for you so now you’re going to do it yourself? Take away the cruch that is my health.

In the end your burn the whole world down, just to embellish more trinkets on that crown.

D March 2017

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