KING

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A cynical mind and an obsessive soul. They tire of a home in shadows. A taste of power, what It would mean to conquer; It feels like honey on his tongue, the lies he spins are sickly sweet from it.

They made a mockery of him once. Look at the tragedy, now they whisper When he passes:
He's a demon, with a crown of blood.

Kneel, or he will hollow your bones out and build kingdoms upon kingdoms and thrones upon thrones.

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