Who is the King?♚

For the hungry, food is the ultimate prize,

For the lustful, in passion's fire their heart lies.

For the proud, name and fame are the crown,

For the fearful, pain, sorrow and death weigh them down.


Through hunger, lust, pride and fear's embrace,

There lies a grace that transcends the race.

One with everything, living without friction,

In life's broad scope, beyond our affliction.

A realm of wonders, boundless and bright,

Awaits beyond these limited narrow sights.


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