ANTIBODY

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When the Prince gets out of bed

he struggles to look at himself in the mirror

pupils shrunken, he discards a mask to reveal another

Here, he doesn't own a single crown

In the immaterial realm he has stacks of them

His ritual continues as he sets his window display

accenting it's corners with headlines, setting one-liners as focal points

curtains are hung to hold his dissatisfaction

He miscalculated the morning he decided to take a ride on these rapids

I dissolved the glue that holds it all in place

crushing the display and dissolving the mask

the tempest took it all in the end



This Prince is no frog I'm afraid

he is a vacuum

the effects of which I was vaccinated from

by continuous reinfection, after infection

His venom became my antidote

Charged antibodies

Anti(you)

(protect this)Body