“I am Emperor of the South.”
He drags his tattered dreams along in faded glory. A king in one land, a pauper in another. What does anything mean?
His wrath was seething.
“Jesus come to save. I come to see you die - which is why I give you your head in what you do.”
As his words soak in I began to chuckle. He appreciates we share this private joke.
But though knowledge is power, his silent insight is lost in the world. Before leaving he murmurs in trust:
“This magic feeling…nowhere to go…”
He drags his tattered dreams along in faded glory. A king in one land, a pauper in another. What does anything mean?
His wrath was seething.
“Jesus come to save. I come to see you die - which is why I give you your head in what you do.”
As his words soak in I began to chuckle. He appreciates we share this private joke.
But though knowledge is power, his silent insight is lost in the world. Before leaving he murmurs in trust:
“This magic feeling…nowhere to go…”
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