I cannot sweeten my words with apology
I have no mercy to beg for
You will twist my words
Into knives against me
So I will not write them at all
Silence has become
My last stand
I will be defiant to the end
I am a monster of your own creation
And you are afraid of me
I have always been
So afraid of you
But I am the blood of kings
And kings do not kneel.
You may strike me down, but
All the same
I do not kneel.
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