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Jun 2015
Greed had bled it's last lie
In it's depths I've seen it chunder
I've always enjoyed the thought
Blood will flow onto these cold bricks
Copper pennies drop in the fountain
But float on the waterline
I've been waiting for this massacre
They call me 'Jack the Ripper'

*I can't stay here any longer
The Dragon Prince
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The Dragon Prince  Australia
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