| 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
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| 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. |