| Behind the veil of destiny
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| The path might turn in sudden twists of irony.
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| Night turns to day, dark turns to light.
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| End to the beginning on the other side of right.
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| Wielder of steel, tier of ropes.
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| The hooded slayer without shame and without hope.
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| Sentenced to death but slipped away
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| To live the role of a hangman at display.
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| Come see the play of wicked irony.
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| Join the crowd of hunger
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| For the joy of the Carnival of Disgust.
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| Lonely he walks, outcast of shame.
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| Fearful and spat on yet respected for his name.
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| Marked by the blade to be known by sight
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| As a walking dead man for a crime pitch black as night. |