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Aug 2020
You summoned me
You gave me a mission
But it requires your permission
You told me to go and speak about
Circumstances in your journey will be worked out
The Town’s People are upset in your Evil ways
My mission may not go well on this day
You said your treason is very strict
Still your words charge authority
The Land and Dwellers thereof, you control
The Heaven’s know and understand
Bow and Worship me
I am the King of this castle
I reign throughout the colony
Rebel and you shall die
Turn against me, but don’t try
Your blood will be your finish
I am the King who is distinguished
Go now, and do my bidding
If you fail, this is your only inning.
preservationman
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preservationman  New York City
(New York City)   
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   Imran Islam
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