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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
I built the ship you just sail the boat
And yet here you stand, demanding your due
As if I could exist without a part of you
You call me a stranger a usurping king
But you gave me the voice with which I sing
You outgrew me? don't get it twisted
Without my words you'd not existed
You gave me words I'll give you that
But I became more than where we're at
You gave me a beginning, true but tell me
Poet, who outgrew you?
You tell me Immortal before I depart
What good is forever without a heart?
Tell me Poet before you complain
What good is a heart that won't outlive pain
Perhaps this throne was never mine alone
Perhaps this throne was never meant to be owned
For the Poet gives the Immortal a voice and
The Immortal gives the Poet a choice
Two names. One soul. One crown One life
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