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fade
As the buring poisen flows through my vains i lay down on this cold dark floor in my palice of the damned and forgoten i sit on my thrown fading away seeing no light, no way to freedum the poisen becomes stronger crimson terns to black the princes becomes broken the shadows bow down to me screaming u are the broken poisen, king of the immortals.
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