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Sea of Coins

The man sat in the seat of gold
Overlooking nothing and a place once ruled
The clouds surrounds and fright unfolds
Yet, the man stood stern and cold

He reminisced a period where he once king
Once lived as a scholar, a general, and naive
He lacks acceptance and made somebody do his bidding
Causing somebody to grasp his ability to meet death that the man never retrieved

His majesty dropp...

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