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May 2022
with a flick of his wrist
they danced around
in the palm of his hand
stood an army
awaiting orders

just the tremors of his voice
they trembled
on their knees
bowing down  to their king
awaiting orders

a king of his own design
toying with lives
a chef and his ingredients
the preparation was done
the game had began
TheSanguinary
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TheSanguinary  22/M/CYPRUS
(22/M/CYPRUS)   
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   Khoisan
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