Ownership
In the Darkest hour
Lightened by the lightest thought
Shadows of the vilest form
Creep into my mind and run
Bless the one who owns the throne
Bless the man he has become
Stop, let me hear the roar
Reminds me where the lion from
Home is what I become
Villages upon a shore
Home the fishes run
Waves begat to form
Hell is bound to come
Now is all you got
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