Slave t’Throne

Words sulk’n silence, Name’n hotel drawers
M’globes ne’er stop, blood safen m’doors
Heaven sings’oft crawling on Fours
Voice’t whispers, so low to chorus

Daniel, magician, friend’n high Priest
Warned of They, turn monarchs to beast
Nebuch said yes, Sir, grass’s feast
Bible beltish has our King of th’East

Hair like feathers, damp with due
Seven year prayer, stumped t’chew
Dothan t’Potiphar’s, Josef’s muse
Slave t’Throne’s not One you’d lose

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