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I built this castle, not by my hands but by theirs. I conquer foreign lands, not by my swords but by theirs. I eat and **** not by my food nor women but by theirs. I'm lost in exotic luxuries, not by my gold but by theirs. I do enough to keep the fools foolish, the ignorant ignorant and the weak weak. That is why they call me King, and I call them mine.
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Nov 25, 2012
Nov 25, 2012 at 2:01 AM UTC
The King
I built this castle, not by my hands but by theirs. I conquer foreign lands, not by my swords but by theirs. I eat and **** not by my food nor women but by theirs. I'm lost in exotic luxuries, not by my gold but by theirs. I do enough to keep the fools foolish, the ignorant ignorant and the weak weak. That is why they call me King, and I call them mine.
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Nov 25, 2012
Nov 25, 2012 at 2:01 AM UTC
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