I ve freed the land
Of honesty and made
A king of myself.
I ve mastered an empty me
To let another you
grow within.
I ve killed the hand
that fed me and now
There is a guiltful pride
Sticking at edges
Of round pots of manure.
A number of years
A land of people
Here or there,
East or West
A common man in
A common world
With no commonness.
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so the land of honesty is freed from something which is not so honest.Obviously,honesty cannot dwell in a place were chaos rule.but the sad part is the king is aware of his emptiness and his shallowness is devastating him.
the emptiness doesn't stop there.it gives way for another thing to grow within him which clearly dont come under his domain.thats a double blow for the king.
the king is aware of his actions.the destructions that he had committed.he killed the hands that fed him.now he is standing at the edge of a corner with guiltful pride.he has done something that he can never change at all.he can only stare at the reality.
the mind of the king is getting scattered.he is slowly losing the grip.
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