81: BROKEN PEOPLE

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Would you help me rule a crown of thornes and broken people?
To watch our people float upon waves of despair.
As blood gently falls like tears down our cheeks
As empty eyes gaze upon meaningless soul's
Yet pain is worth the scares to be able to call you
Mine 

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