LET'S DISSOLVE OUR FATHER'S EMPIRE

LET'S DISSOLVE OUR FATHER'S EMPIRE
I've nurtured ample opportunities within me
I've seen my world residing my heart
I dreamt dreams meant for dreamable ideas
Bottom of thoughts, rights to think anew
Alas! My father's empire ain't close a solace
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In our empire, lies predatory predators
In it resides rulers that rules circle
Right within our empire, evil seize to desist
Our empire offers tear as water when you visit
You see? My father's empire is nothing but cool hell
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Yet! We were held up, tied to the roots
Restricted movements gives not freedom
Freedom; you mentioned? Not a pinch
My fathers empire is damned!
Our empire's got cool fuming flames
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Let's have a stroll......
Here's the remain of my brother's right
Bare floor it lies.. My brothers suffer of this
Here 're the portion of inheritance we merit
Education in our empire pays not! Not anymore
You see now? Dissolv'ng 'the' empire is imminent
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Now you could relate? Read our lucks with me
Like we got drown in our wasteful ideas
My father's empire is subtle of art
Lest bidded aids abound; come to stay
My heart's world remains dream forever
©Tex (2017)

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