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Blacksmith by DudleyClarence
Sturgis IV
My throat is raw and bleeding
From speaking in your voice
I've painted up your ivory
towers
I didn't have a choice
But now my eyes are open bright
And my mouth has finally grown
mute
We're all looking for the
sunrise
At the end of being used
I've worked as a blacksmith
For a king that doesn't pay
Watching all my people die
Day after gut-wrenching day
I've worked as a blacksmith
In the land of rich and poor
As our kingdom dies under the
tyranny
Of our golden-gilded whore
My soul has been sold forever
Traded it so that I could eat
But the only thing I see on my
plate
Is a blurry reflection of me
And now my eyes are open bright
As my mouth finally grows mute
I've been awaiting the sunrise
After an endless night of being
used
I've worked as a blacksmith
For a king that has gone mad
Hearing all my children cry
As they lose all they once had
I've worked as a blacksmith
In the land of trash and gold
Where what was green is now
brown and dead
As our king grows fat and old
Inspired by the maiden's resolve
But distracted by the jester's
frown
I risk being felled by my own
blade
In order to snatch that thorny
crown
Inspired by the maiden's resolve
But distracted by the captain's
grin
The king will lose his bejeweled
crown
As I am felled by my own sin
I've worked as a blacksmith
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