late... sorry work killed my evening. hopefully innovator gets some feed. sorry bro
Run by the coldest of tyrants with roads of cobblestone,
atop the shoulders of giants, his throne sits all alone.
Amidst the shadows, we're kept in silence through the pits and gallows
no water to drink, food to eat, shit..... It's shallow.
You'd think we're on top o' the world, but looks deceiving.
Our king is evil. Killing people..a crooked heathen.
Living in the land of riches built by the hands of snitches,
man it sickens me to think of how this villains plan is wicked.
This soldier's heartless, consumed by the cold and darkness.
yet his castle's gold and marked with tapestries of rope, and carpets.
youre an open target against his hordes of horses,
an endless force of swords and torches, across the land he scorches..
so while roof tops touched the clouds hundreds of feet in the air,
in this majestic village.. its people were under grief and dispair..
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