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May 2015
I turned my hate into a contract
I made what it was to be
I turned my love into weakness
it was more of simple than easy
I turned myself into a wall
and let the darkness take over me
I turned my allies into pawns
that can bow only to me
I made myself the king
while the bishop was turned away
This is the game of life
not an easy thing to play
Escence
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