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Dishonored
Your hypothetical dreams
Burst at the seams
You sit apon a throne
Made if ice stone
A fall from honor
You're holy no longer
A blight
That seems perfect at first sight
You've been walking among heretics
Ever since a clock ticked
Thinking your immortal
You lack human morals
Becoming someone else
You are now something else
Burst at the seams
You sit apon a throne
Made if ice stone
A fall from honor
You're holy no longer
A blight
That seems perfect at first sight
You've been walking among heretics
Ever since a clock ticked
Thinking your immortal
You lack human morals
Becoming someone else
You are now something else
Published 4th May 2013
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