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Sep 2018
A caged crow locked away in fear of revolution, kingdom’s starved minds and broken dreams only fueling the tyrant’s blade, cut me down in trembling hands and a now ****** soul, sinned within the chapels of innocence. The gates are opening in warmth for its doom for the angels have sinned and the divine are demons.
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