THE KING IN I

the King in I
I am not
a king down here, but a hungry peasant wise.

Beyond this skin that imprisons me there is more than meets the eye. A crown is formed of pure intent, so decisions are sewn to reap. A peasant born that dies a king will be hailed as destiny.
 

48×60

spray paint, acrylic, marker, pen, ink, paint stick on canvas

TheArtist

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