MY THRONE LIES UPON PILES OF HUMAN DECAY .
𝔒 𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔭𝔩𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔳𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔩 𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔢 𝔟𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔬𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔥 𝔰𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔦𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔞𝔩𝔰, 𝔥𝔢𝔢𝔡 𝔪𝔶 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔬𝔯 𝔰𝔲𝔣𝔣𝔢𝔯 𝔞 𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔰 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔱𝔞𝔨𝔢. ℌ𝔬𝔩𝔦𝔢𝔯 𝔪𝔢𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲 𝔥𝔞𝔱𝔥 𝔣𝔞𝔦𝔩𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔪𝔢, 𝔰𝔬 𝔯𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔮𝔲𝔦𝔰𝔥 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔯𝔬𝔩 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔤𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔲𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔰𝔠𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔰.
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mltvrse oc grp by ry.
written by ry.
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