Crown Of Thorns
It's Time To Make Your Crown.
Enlist the rogue inside your soul, recruit the need for danger.
Become what the fleeced fear – a visionary, a pioneer, a prolific game-changer.
They will hunt you down, they will hurt you, and they will make you cry.
For they want you to be just like them – to terrified to defy.
Dress yourself in ruin;
Wear their fear like skin.
Dare to flirt with the essence of pain,
And, call it discipline.
The secret to a long, and prosperous life,
Is knowing that sheep shorn in winter, rarely survive.
Show them your teeth;
Show them no mercy.
Show them your battle scars;
Because now, you smell blood – and you are thirsty.
Let their blood freeze, let their shivers spark fire.
Now, is the time to rise. It's time to make them believers.
They tried to break you, they tried silence you, they tried to hold you down;
Be grateful for every thorn they drove in your side – it’s time to make your crown.
About the Creator
Jollyoddbod Poetry
Here I am, and here I'll stay;
Like the moon in the darkness that refuses to fade.
Clouds will cover, but cannot take from my reign;
Mark this as the moment that they realise, as they scoff with distain.
They fell asleep, I cannot be blamed.
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