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Cold eyes pierce like knives, Never to be sheathed again, Blood let and wounds gape, No stitches to pull. Foundations begin to crumble, Towers rise and fall, Rubble is all that remains, Leaving the helpless in pain. The damage is done, The empire falls, It’s time to start anew, Is there any chance, that we can make it through.
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Oct 1, 2024
Oct 1, 2024 at 7:50 PM UTC
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Cold eyes pierce like knives, Never to be sheathed again, Blood let and wounds gape, No stitches to pull. Foundations begin to crumble, Towers rise and fall, Rubble is all that remains, Leaving the helpless in pain. The damage is done, The empire falls, It’s time to start anew, Is there any chance, that we can make it through.
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Oct 1, 2024
Oct 1, 2024 at 7:50 PM UTC
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