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So you want to be a king, want to rule the world. You like the crown of gold and think the name has a ring, And figure you can sit in a chair, give a speech? then there's a lesson we need to teach. No one is a king by birth, not a single soul, and not everyone can pay the toll. you see the crown inst just for you, its for everyone following too. every ****** death and theft, every **** burned farm, and family left bereft. every night, it all comes calling on your soul, if your not careful all that hell fire burns a hole. You think you know what it is to be a soldier? Every life on the field stacked on your shoulders? A king isn't made strong by stepping on the weak, but by constantly holding them up every week. The sword of Damocles hanging over our heads, hanging by a thread threatening to **** our hope dead, so if you think your neck can bear my crown's weight, then feel free to relieve my from this heavy fate.
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Oct 10, 2017
Oct 10, 2017 at 8:27 PM UTC
Archetype- The King.
So you want to be a king, want to rule the world. You like the crown of gold and think the name has a ring, And figure you can sit in a chair, give a speech? then there's a lesson we need to teach. No one is a king by birth, not a single soul, and not everyone can pay the toll. you see the crown inst just for you, its for everyone following too. every ****** death and theft, every **** burned farm, and family left bereft. every night, it all comes calling on your soul, if your not careful all that hell fire burns a hole. You think you know what it is to be a soldier? Every life on the field stacked on your shoulders? A king isn't made strong by stepping on the weak, but by constantly holding them up every week. The sword of Damocles hanging over our heads, hanging by a thread threatening to **** our hope dead, so if you think your neck can bear my crown's weight, then feel free to relieve my from this heavy fate.
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Oct 10, 2017
Oct 10, 2017 at 8:27 PM UTC
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