I have conquered many, the fallen, the risen all I have crossed paths with on my shadows expedition. The lost, who I have found, the dethroned, the crowned, a repeated sequence unbeaten, for eternity. Knowing all it would take was everything you were worth to me. The first the second, a curse who's been lifted though preferred to have been neglected. I'm not the best man though spiritually invested. Which pain do you prefer, why doesn't a sharpened blade simply observe when it a dull.
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