The death of a king

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There once was an old king,

From a far away land he had come,

Chased away by his kin,

Many years before when the revolt happened.

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They said he was a monster,

They said he had to pay with his life

For the sins of his father

And all those that had lived before

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So his parents fled their land,

Taking the young child on a long journey

Across oceans and mountains,

Through forests and fields of barley.

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They ran and ran and ran,

As fast as they could to escape their pursuers

But hey were caught up with

And only the boy managed to keep going.

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He lived a long and full life,

Sometimes looking back towards the land

Where he had come from,

But never halting his march forward.

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Every man has to die. It is fact, one day or another each and every one of us will pass on to whatever comes next. Whatever we do, whatever we try, death will always catch us. Wether we are a simple citizen or a king, whether we are rich or poor, whether we are a good man or a bad one. Death will always catch up with us. But that is not necessarily a bad thing, for what would life be if it wasn’t for death? Would we come to appreciate it as much if it never came to an end? No, I don’t believe so. Life is a gift and we have to make the most of it, however hard or painful it is, we have to keep marching forward, we have to keep going. Always.

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