The Poet and The Immortal I built this throne with words and rhyme
I've earned my seat one line at a time
Before you claimed that you couldn't die
I gave your existence a reason why
I took my pain and made it art
I gave my words a beating heart
You wear forever like a chain
who were you before I laid it down
You speak of beginnings as if they were ends
You wrote of strangers and called them friends
You gave your pain a place to reside
But never imagined the world inside
You mastered the pen but I mastered time
You wrote the verses I became the rhymes
You thought your words were your legacy
Until you became what you couldn't foresee
Immortal? You think you've surpassed my name?
Without my fire, you'd have no flame
You stand so tall on the words I wrote
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