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Aug 2019
Black silk veils the kings
Under prestige and pride they walk across  the broken lands of their people
Coated with bloodstained gold for crowns
And a soft echo wakes in every step they take, never truly waking the villagers nearby
As they walk past their burning kingdoms they hold their heads above all others
For that is the life of a king.
Folie
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