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The Dark King hides within shadows and fiends; Injured in a fight the world has never seen. The White King stands on a pillar cracked; Proud but wounded begins his final act. Neither can live while the other survives; Both Kings fall as the Final Battle arrives. New dawn comes as the new Kings rise; Painted in red by the Old Kings demise.
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May 15, 2020
May 15, 2020 at 6:34 AM UTC
Kings
The Dark King hides within shadows and fiends; Injured in a fight the world has never seen. The White King stands on a pillar cracked; Proud but wounded begins his final act. Neither can live while the other survives; Both Kings fall as the Final Battle arrives. New dawn comes as the new Kings rise; Painted in red by the Old Kings demise.
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May 15, 2020
May 15, 2020 at 6:34 AM UTC
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