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Soldiers trying to escape the fire of my passion unequipped,they are all gone. King lost with a face of horror, I have almost retreated. It is foresworn that the enemy will seat on the throne. As he is about to abandon his crown by force, he listens to the sweet melodic sound of might. His soldiers may be walking towards Hades but he decides to stand tall and he starts  a new killing spree. When I think my heart,my castle shall go on my precious beam of hope  falls to the ground. My marvellous king lies still next to my beaten dreams. Oh foolish king, had you allowed me to fight too, a worn out castle would not not be now burning in the hands of your rage.
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Dec 16, 2017
Dec 16, 2017 at 2:30 AM UTC
A worn out castle
Soldiers trying to escape the fire of my passion unequipped,they are all gone. King lost with a face of horror, I have almost retreated. It is foresworn that the enemy will seat on the throne. As he is about to abandon his crown by force, he listens to the sweet melodic sound of might. His soldiers may be walking towards Hades but he decides to stand tall and he starts  a new killing spree. When I think my heart,my castle shall go on my precious beam of hope  falls to the ground. My marvellous king lies still next to my beaten dreams. Oh foolish king, had you allowed me to fight too, a worn out castle would not not be now burning in the hands of your rage.
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Dec 16, 2017
Dec 16, 2017 at 2:30 AM UTC
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