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I see the flames and hear the echos Ghosts of the past, now rendered gone The walls crumbled down, the foundation cracked They say a man died, maybe there were more For I don't think they were counting souls They ask who's to blame for this failure of a gecko Only looking for answers fast, trying to make a discovery before the dawn The only evidence left is a crown, for nothing else can be tracked And yes a man did fry, but it was for the untold lore This case is a mystery, one that will surely turn men into Ghouls
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Mar 5, 2020
Mar 5, 2020 at 11:51 PM UTC
Flames of Fire
I see the flames and hear the echos Ghosts of the past, now rendered gone The walls crumbled down, the foundation cracked They say a man died, maybe there were more For I don't think they were counting souls They ask who's to blame for this failure of a gecko Only looking for answers fast, trying to make a discovery before the dawn The only evidence left is a crown, for nothing else can be tracked And yes a man did fry, but it was for the untold lore This case is a mystery, one that will surely turn men into Ghouls
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Mar 5, 2020
Mar 5, 2020 at 11:51 PM UTC
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