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Rains pour down upon the withered kingdom reminiscent of the apple in direct contact to the open sun rays A cold wind breathes exhaling and inhaling passed ruined crop fields complimenting itself in a swaying motion The corn fields once as bright as the sun, now as black as the soil whence it came forth and flourished from Vines grow upon the grey stone like a fire burning the surface of a tree wildly spreading until its victims collapse This territory complimented an old man who was once king but sits as idle as stone The drunken old man who said he could live without this, with his speech slurred Calling out that kingdoms word That kingdoms name That kingdoms definition The King of Acrimony
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Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 4:38 AM UTC
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Rains pour down upon the withered kingdom reminiscent of the apple in direct contact to the open sun rays A cold wind breathes exhaling and inhaling passed ruined crop fields complimenting itself in a swaying motion The corn fields once as bright as the sun, now as black as the soil whence it came forth and flourished from Vines grow upon the grey stone like a fire burning the surface of a tree wildly spreading until its victims collapse This territory complimented an old man who was once king but sits as idle as stone The drunken old man who said he could live without this, with his speech slurred Calling out that kingdoms word That kingdoms name That kingdoms definition The King of Acrimony
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Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 4:38 AM UTC
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