A missing piece long lost, leaving a piece as price for it all. It is not the one that hates the world. It is the world that hates the one. Many against one is better than one against many. The presented vision for enhanced sustenance mistaken as envy and evil is all that this world can hold today. Shrug it?! My Liege...
In search of something, ending up with nothing; the choices martyrs make fail to match with tricksters. Words of wisdom invite boredom. The lads love the depths of doom instead. Witnessing the heights of an imbecile equals being a shipwreck. The dogs of yesteryears bark loud today. Hunt them?! My Liege...
Unspoken words left written, Unwritten words best spoken; chilling the spine with spooks. The hooks better clasp the flesh worthy of rot. A tender heart in tenterhooks, the cries of it cooked alive. The abbey or the abyss decided by the abysmal patriarchs. Screw them?! My Liege...
Plenty of penchant dreams, portrayed as povertness. Abundance of providence, walked in as prudence. This date that ended, this day has it started. That date which started, one day shall see it ended. Lacklusture in one's countenance, how fair is such sustenance? Forget it?! My Liege... -rPhoenix
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