How the king victors over nothing. Is living such a price? Eccentric is he as he yells to the dead. Deadly waters he swims and venomous blood he drinks. Liars he calls upon the damned. Betrayals and death he embraces with open arms. Patience is wait he yearns for and banishment is where he is.
Murderers now he calls family, blood, and brethren. Now shall all fall and perish. Evermore shall death be my king, and my lord.














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