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A WAR NEVER WON

HE SITS ON HIS THROWN MOCKING THE CROWN OF THORNS
ENTERTAINING HIS LOYAL FEARFUL SUBJECTS
AS THE RAVEN CIRCLES ABOVE

A BLACK MASSACRE HE PLANS
THE NOCHTURNAL PHANTOM
BOWS DOWN AWAITNG AN AKNOWLEDGING EMBRRACE

SOLACE IN THESE SECRETS
A HEAVEN TORN WITH HIS MANIPULATIVE MALICE
PLANS OF BEAUTY SLEEPING IN SODOM

A BANQUET FEAST OF PAIN AND SUFFERING
DEVOURING SOULS WITH GREED AND LUST
HIS WARS NOT WON

INFINATE BATTLES
OF BLOOD AND PAIN ARE NEEDS HE DESIRES
TO MAINTAIN DISRUPTIVE EGO AND FILTH


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A WAR NEVER WON

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