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The crown is fake

The people, they smile The evil they seek The Guard, He cries The secret he keeps The King, he laughs The people are fools The God, he sleeps Caring not what to do The guard steps aside letting in the dogs And the pain has arrived The land falls apart The lives all gone to waste The god spits trying to get rid of the foul taste...
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montay-henson
26 / M / American
Published
Mar 25, 2012
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