Kingdom
The words were instrumental
in the notes would play within.
A cannon for a mouth-piece
would launch them to begin.
Each melody a sentence
hanging in the air.
A clustering of letters
alive and in a prayer.
A speech made by a King
His melody of rings.
A proclamation made
that everybody sings.
A message being heard
of love and joy abound.
A kingdom for a subject
without no love is found.
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