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IF IT WASENT FOR ME THEN ITS NOT FOR YOU BUT WHAT CAN YOU DO WHEN YOUR BLINDED BY THE BEAST OF THE NIGHT THAT GIVES YOU A FRIGHT AND SENDS YOU INTO ETERNAL DARKNESS. TODAY IS NOT THE DAY BUT TOMORROW WE DINE BEFORE THE EYES OF THE SLAYING QUEEN. BEHOLD MY LOVE THE LIE THAT WAS TOLD BY A GATHERING SOUL THAT HAS LOST ITS PAST AND THREW UP YOUR FUTURE. NO HUMAN SHALL ENTER MY DOMAIN. NO SWORD SHALL SLAY WHAT WILL PROSPER AND WILL BE PROPOSED TO BY A HUMAN RING. IF YOUR INSANE THAN SO BE IT, IF YOUR DYING BY A WOUNDED WARRIOR THAN SHALL I SEE IT BY TOMORROWS DAWN WILL I RISE? SHALL WE ALL RISE WHEN WE HAVE NO FOOT STOOL TO LEAN ON LAYING OUR BURDENS DOWN? FEAST FOR IT WILL BE YOUR LAST IT'S SO UNDERSTANDING TO A LAST BREATH THAT YOU TAKE.....BE GONE......
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