Spoken Word: The Throne Room.
Slowly, I enter the throne room.
My mind racing.
My hand shaking.
My head bowed low,
‘cos Iv’e got no place left to go.
And my mind is shouting, “No!
You’ve done too much.
And you’re not even worth to touch
the hem of his robe.”
But the door is wide open,
and all I have to do…
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