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Beauty’s Throne
how sad
how sad
this old world
with its endless striving
to become
how sad
how sad and how beautiful
this endless struggle to rise up
and overcome
while beauty builds its throne
on a pile of bones
how sad
how sad
our days are numbered
and we count them
one by one
how sad
how sad and how beautiful
we’re risking all that we came from
to chase the sun
while beauty builds its throne
on a pile of bones
© 2014 David Blyth
