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The misunderstood deamon Glorified through deadly fear Judged too soon as Fallen Angel Pawns shudder Deny him his name His cloaked form And glittering scythe Eternally burdened- a fate Worse than death Forced to spend his time A-scheming Immortality confines him To his frozen cell The question burns Our tongues and ears and eyes Will he conquer this epic war This deadly game Of Chess
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Mar 4, 2012
Mar 4, 2012 at 3:45 PM UTC
Satanic
The misunderstood deamon Glorified through deadly fear Judged too soon as Fallen Angel Pawns shudder Deny him his name His cloaked form And glittering scythe Eternally burdened- a fate Worse than death Forced to spend his time A-scheming Immortality confines him To his frozen cell The question burns Our tongues and ears and eyes Will he conquer this epic war This deadly game Of Chess
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Mar 4, 2012
Mar 4, 2012 at 3:45 PM UTC
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