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I am the king of vermin, rodents, rats and plagues. |
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Of all the darkside, |
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I am monarch, a duke to thrones unknown. |
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My palace of flesh, a river of souls. |
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My guards, the souls of war. |
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Between light and darkness, between time and infinity, lies my realm |
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I call my own. |
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I hail nor good, nor a |
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I evil. I tell not truth, yet |
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I don't lie. |
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I am not ugly or do |
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I charm. I hide among the shades. |
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Although my chest carries a heart, it serves its purpose not. |
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For life it doesn't bring to me, love and hate is dust. |
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Without movement still in time, usurping life itself. |
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I am of substance and of air, a story told no more. |
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I am not dead and yet |
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I sleep, I do not hear, yet |
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I'm not deaf. |
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My hands can shape and must destroy, a gracious being, yet insecure. |
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I am king and |
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I am begger. |
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I am what you call destiny. |
