All around me Darkness rolls
No Light shines through as it unfolds
Just as if the King foretold
A palace of pain and not of gold
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There might be a king of dark - an awful type of king; a king of light, I'd like; but neither will steal my soul if i don't let them in. No, my soul; is mine i won't let ant king to steal it. Still, life is lived and what is real is what you consider as real!
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