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Oct 2018
Why did the kingdoms fall
The dark soul grows

Ripped from this mortal coil
The furtive one knows

Cut down by all walks of life
petrified and turned to stone

How can I rest in peace
When these souls need a home

The last vestige of humanity
Used to take back this throne

Will the cycle live on
Or will the cycle blown
Cerobrus
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Cerobrus  21/M
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