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Dec 2015
I sit in my throne,
torture in my left hand.
Look at all this hatred,
running on my land.

You call me evil,
all I do is laugh.
You will have you fill,
I am but the last.

So call me Satan,
I will make you see.
You don't need friends,
after you meet me.
The Judge
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The Judge  18/M/Earth
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   Leena
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