I approach the kings of the world my hands crippled with fear. The day's
of untold apprehension now progress to my own tears. The world of
imprudence fills every corner of the room. The jesters riddled with
untold anguish there face painted in some strange unimaginable costume.
A boisterous voice fills barren spaces of the room "what is it that
bring a peasant before the courts of that is honorable? We have no
measure of time to be occupied with silly word's that only perplex the
reason of comprehension." My alienation to courts now seem to fill the
streets and yet my heart remains untouched. I know words can once again
be used can be used for humanity and desire. My outcry to the kingdom
is comprehended by yet it's the relics of hate linger upon the hearts of
humanity. I stumble from kingdom and fall to my knees. My idealism seems
to fad upon the hallowed ground so unresponsive to objective of love.

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