Each night I meet him. King with Crown. Each night we fight.
Why must he kill me?
No. I shall not die.
I can be smaller than a pinhead, harder than a diamond.
Sudenly, how gentle he is! One of his tricks.
Off with is crown! Strike. Bash in his skull. Face streams blood.
Tears? Perhaps. Too late! Off with his head! Pith the spine! Die now, O King!
People know the truth, they may not like it, or want to know it, but, but they always know.
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