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Jul 2019
Ahh see here’s the problem

The darkness is very unclear

I DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU WANT

I’m tired of fighting...

Ready for a period of weakness

But that’s your cruelty.

You exhaust me when I have no means of rest

No escape.

I’m ready to give in to you

I’m ready to surrender...

But you won’t let me

Make me beg for a vice

But withhold them all

Just take your **** victory

And get the hell out of my head
Empire
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Empire  21/F/Sol III
(21/F/Sol III)   
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   The Iron Reaver
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