Hey guys! I wrote this a LOOONG time ago and just decided to publish it or whatever. So R&R and be happy! I do not own yugioh….
Who was I really?
Some say I was a good pharaoh,
Kind and generous as they come.
Others scoff and scorn-And say
I was evil, greedy, and dumb
I know not the truth,
Of what my past once held,
But I had to be good,
And I must prove that as well
But others tell a story
Of a heartless, cold, young man
Who ran the race for power
And destroyed his kingdom in the end
I cannot have been that man,
For power does not come to mind
When I run the race for good
To save the world, I'll die
For what has been destined, I cannot tell
For these memories, in me they swell
Growing in size, overwhelming my mind
Telling me not what I long to find.
These memories, they cloud my mind,
Circling in there day and night
Aching, yearning, trying to recall
Who was I really, and what will I become?
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