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This was my time

where I would be the conqueror

of a shallow endless prime.

Hear my song

as I walk down my passage

where They sang for me to prolong.

I Ought to be the one of the mischievous mind

to as I dine with lectre

I swim with my black swan aligned.

When in darkness I shine the brightest

there I shall flee with my era

to behold the truth of the rightist.

This is the beginning of my shadows,

if not the ending of my hope,

as I danced with the damned to my prose.

The dream of Lilly’s nightmare

wanders in my screech

as they hold hand in hand for their prayer.

A Reverie of my alliance

spoke softly through my vein

and to whereas vain become my defiance.



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