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My secret god that fills the sky at night. Lord of the twilight, of madness, death and rapture. Sinfully but with heads held high we dine on the nectar of life. This is a burden we, the chosen must bear. Are we, the rulers of the night denied our right to godhood? We, the kings of shadows born of sacred blood. Alas, it was with great sorrow we left the world of men. Bereft even of our humanity, we long for redemption. Sorry is our fate. False lives filled only with bittersweet reminiscence of a less unhappy past. A past when we were alive.
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Jun 20, 2013
Jun 20, 2013 at 11:31 PM UTC
Shadow Kings
My secret god that fills the sky at night. Lord of the twilight, of madness, death and rapture. Sinfully but with heads held high we dine on the nectar of life. This is a burden we, the chosen must bear. Are we, the rulers of the night denied our right to godhood? We, the kings of shadows born of sacred blood. Alas, it was with great sorrow we left the world of men. Bereft even of our humanity, we long for redemption. Sorry is our fate. False lives filled only with bittersweet reminiscence of a less unhappy past. A past when we were alive.
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Jun 20, 2013
Jun 20, 2013 at 11:31 PM UTC
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