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The Kings Sword
The beauty in pain is to see: to feel, to move and to save. Fallen, broken, taken before the king, In the castle, on her knee, for all to see. The heart bled before the drawn sword. Can one more...
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fern Let me walk among the foliage’s of life, Where the green garden grows so brilliantly. I shall see and feel the softness so splendid, As the patterns absorb my human flesh. Beyond the green, what’s...
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