Regicide Poems - Poems about Regicide

...You have named me The king of beasts Where crown and sceptre Hold no tyrants court. Only balanced nature Where evolution thrives Knows I have my place. I break the chain Which signifies no ti......

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...Part 22 how can there be any absolutes with the clock ticking like it does it's hard to tell if you'll come to your senses when it's one thing to be short on the rent another thing to stay sho......

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...LAW IS A COMIC RELIEF Law is a comic relief Subtlety amidst ardent belief. Draconian legislation That still wriggles out an exception. Pitiless killer Yet cleverest healer. Law is a c......

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...A brutal homicide, a death of a king, a regicide, Jupiter witness closely with one of her open eyes, the Sun had a heat stroke then died, the Moon cried while the stars and all the rings of Satu......

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..." She was born in 219 A.D., I met her in 235 when she was 16 years old. I was working hard with her father as a mercenary from a Belgium territory, trying to persuade a chieftan named Horaic to a......

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...I can't continuously catch this connection coroscating so cordially as a cure... Captivating my cranium contemporaneously contaminating collation of common sense. I can't think... And our growing lin......

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...What the artist seeks to incite is a shadow of insight Drawn out of the circumstance of desperation and regicide, He becomes a spokesman for an intelligent design iterating itself into the human mind......

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...Merrilyn escorts John through the Western trudges, as strangest of strangles blocks the memerrical double Her momentous reflection: sordid, drossy, and wide to portant throttles As whips become kisse......

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...On a recent visit to Warwick Castle, We saw the death mask of Oliver Cromwell: The man famous for asking an artist to paint His portrait and show him warts and all. I studied the stern feature......

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...Treachery, misery, things brought by insanity. Places know in Abysmal Fog. Like Parricide, and infanticide. Things purchased from the blackest soul. Teeming with and saturated by a malevolence only......

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...We harvested so many grapes each day, Our hands and lips were purpled, stained The shade of royalty: kings gone away To die with queens, till rust remained Of each tarnished throne and crumpled......

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