king and crown

fingertips to your pulse
healing hands sheltering shading shuttering

you from their radar waves
too pure a man to be trapped

by their demon trait ways
too late for them to make you stay

demonstrate you’re straight
your words stick like razor blades

shotgun click bait
trigger happy shifting blame

don’t let them pressure your precious you’re precious already

god-made single-blade
halo your light fights their unscrupulous heights

it was never made to fade

ink is free, so...

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