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Post by PhedraOriana on Dec 26, 2010 21:20:07 GMT -8
Both hands tied behind his back He never meant to start a war
A blackened soul he is Tortured by the Fates Of those whose lives he stole Under his Master's rule
He is the fallen angel His white wings torn and charred No redemption exists for him Not for a soul so marred
Deep in the heart of his darkness Sparks a dream of lies Surrounded by hopelessness He will find his will to fight
He's through with playing by the rules Of his Master's never ending game
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