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Jun 2013
I'm not your ruler, nor your king
I'm not your friend, nor your kin
I'm not your enemy, nor your rival
less you speak to me of items, non-trivial
do not speak little to me
unless it come in a riddle from thee
the darkness that flow from my being
is pure wicked from the chaos that is fleeing
wicked princesses and deadly princes fall silent
they try to be violent
in front of me, they pleading to stay by my rule
they want to be my simple tool
but this is not a game of chess
for only my grim princess receives my blessing
for I've become the dark king
with my demonic wings
the king of silence
Vladimir Ruduke
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Vladimir Ruduke  Texas
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