Wound was the heir, the ruler within fire.
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Closed my page, as hatred reigned higher.
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I did notice a knife and hills covered with blood,
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was i the one who's life is most precious to this new "god".
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Indeed i must be loved, for i killed many.
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Thousands i opened with highest fashion, pain didn't spare any of these pitiful humans,
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that the whole earth is covered with tempest and storm of urbans.
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Lay bleeding and kissing my beloved feet.
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Shall i not wait for the greatest hour
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when this god sees the bloody shower.
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Woundheir
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| Shape of Despair |
