I choose the King

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I choose the King
the palace
the diamonds
and the chandeliers
the carpet
the cavalcade
he rides

I choose
the deafening shrieks
of the murderous nights
the collapsing eyes
of thousand broken dreams
for his dream

I choose
the silence
for the tears of the mother
the cries of the baby in hunger
for him

I choose
the war you fight
the color
for your moist eyes
for smiles
he likes

I choose
no choice
enslave my soul
and live for the King

I choose the King