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Imperial Robe

It doesn’t matter what I think

My head driven into water

I want memories to sink

 

My angel wings clipped

Forced into a participation

It was draconian experimentation

 

He is the wretched force

An intimidate inclination

He wants to find the source

Of ultimate liberation

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Feb 9, 2010
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