He was the king of the
forest. The king of trees
Until lighting sturck him
and he fell to he's knees
He eyes became like glass
He's hair over grew
He's ears became death
He's mouth buired benath you
He was the king of the
forest. The king of Trees
Until man kind got him
and he's stories had no more means.
(for my best best friend Robert. Who is like a tree. You'll win in the end. Besides, you're my king.)
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