| Never been able to fight my own battles.
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| I’ve kept another kingdom clean.
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| Your mud and your bricks carried, your lashes endured.
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| Our delicate prince, divider of oyster and petal.
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| The thick standing between your enemy is crumbling.
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| The close quarters quail and shrink by the day.
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| Your world of rule lies in a deadly arena
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| where the doors to the lion’s den stand open.
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| Many have they been and more of them will grow.
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| It only takes a moment glance and thief is there.
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| Once lost to the deep and returned again.
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| Our beloved son, lord of cloud and ground.
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| Your world of rule lies in a deadly arena.
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| Our esteemed leader, master of sword and shield.
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| Summoned by those of afar and by blood
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| to carry out their highest of will.
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| A call recited by delivered tongues.
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| Always returned and answered above rock.
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| The wounds have gradually grown.
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| The design was as useless as a windowless palace.
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| Honoring the legacy through hate and contempt.
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| I always see the eyes of my closets.
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| As I break the seal the reins are freed.
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| Cursing all that is and what remains.
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| The ties and wishes of grandeur are cut.
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| Your insolent ways have lead to this place.
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| Kneedeep I wade in a billowing reflection.
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| Drowning your reign in your tears.
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| Seeing what I have become I draw first blood.
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| Revealing the shores severed heads. |