Kill The Young
They kill the young to stop them growSo they can’t come to steal their thrones
Because that’s what they did before
When they were young but now they’re old
Yes they were young but now they’re old
Yes they once dreamt but now they’re cold
The fires that once lit their bright eyes
Went off and turned into black ice
Went off and turned into black ice
And slid them into tyranny
Where now they rule with planted feet
Unwilling to give up their seats
Unwilling to give up their seats
Their assholes gnawing rotting thrones
They want for no one else and so
They kill the young to stop them grow
Poetry by Sameen
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Written on 2025-11-10 at 16:17
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