Wisdom slayed

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Wisdom
Followers slay the dragon
of intellect
where wise men sit
there are foot stools
The iron clad
rinse the weakness from their
souls within
I swallow the stones
of my fears
bite down the bullet
these silences
swallow
you up
engulfed in the music
chemistry a chessboard
for the mind
my emotions
well they are
who carried you
with your gloved hands
the wounds
hidden away
behind them
 pulsing with blood
veins like ropes
bumps as volcanoes
jumping with sores
who carried you to
where the layman stood
worshiping
the pain
of Royal mistakes
as two fish eyes,
polish the floor
 It is glue
to never move from this pit.