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He passes that gold chalice down Full of wine redder than the blood you share. He knows you can make everything gold but drinking this only once will ruin those chances- And he hands it to you with a smile on his face. His own blood made into wine Through those iron bars on your window Supposed protection from this deadly spell. This opportunity for you to become one yourself An alleged King But only to oneself
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Oct 31, 2018
Oct 31, 2018 at 8:52 AM UTC
King
He passes that gold chalice down Full of wine redder than the blood you share. He knows you can make everything gold but drinking this only once will ruin those chances- And he hands it to you with a smile on his face. His own blood made into wine Through those iron bars on your window Supposed protection from this deadly spell. This opportunity for you to become one yourself An alleged King But only to oneself
rselisabeth
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Oct 31, 2018
Oct 31, 2018 at 8:52 AM UTC
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