I used to rule the world,
Seas would rise when I gave the word.
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He was the leader. Everyone followed his orders without hesitation.
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Now in the morning I sleep alone,
Sweep the streets I used to own.
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Now, the great Shinigami-sama stared at the dusty, abandoned streets of his city. Where had his loyal followers gone? Why had they left him?
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I used to roll the dice,
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes.
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He used to have powerful weapons. His Death Scythes. Where had they gone? He used to brandish them, making his foes tremble before him.
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Listen as the crowd would sing,
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"
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They used to cheer his name. His face filled the streets, but now, there is no cheering. His face now lays in tatters, no longer filing the streets with hope.
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One minute I held the key,
Next the walls are closed on me.
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They watch him as he holds the magic tool. They hope for a better future, one without madness. He simply swings the tool gently, explaining the tale of a lost friend.
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And I discovered my castles stand,
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand.
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Shibusen. It used to be a save haven. Now, its only empty hallways, a reminder of his loss. A tear slips past his mask, once again acknowledging his failure.
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I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing,
Roman Cavalry choirs a singing.
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A wedding, three to be exact. His son, one of his Death Scythe's, and his best technician. He stands with a proud smile on his face, watching the three brides walk down the aisle. He pats his son on the shoulder, giving encouraging words, and joking about grandchildren.
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Be my mirror, my sword and shield,
My missionaries in a foreign field.
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He watches the world through a mirror. His Death Scythes are spread across the world, his only other window to the outside world. Now only his dusty mirror, his morose reflection staring back at him.
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For some reason I can't explain, Once you go,
There was never, Never an Honest word,
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Death the Kid. His Kiddo. He wasn't supposed to die first. He was supposed to take his father's place, standing proudly, with his wife and child at his side. Now his voice of reason left.
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But that was when I ruled the world.
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Maka Albarn, Soul 'Eater' Evans, Marie Mjolnir, Spirit Albarn, Kim Deihl, Kirikou Rung, Jacqueline O'Lantern Dupre, Black*Star, Death the Kidd, Ox Ford, Harvar D. Eclair, Pot of Fire, Pot of Thunder, Tsubaki Nakatsukasa, Franken Stein, Crona Gorgon, Sid Barett, Mira Nygus, Justin Law, Azusa Yumi, All of his students, Death Scythes, and loyal followers. Gone. Dead. Six feet under. And there was nothing he could've done. Shinigami-sama was alone in his world, where Kishins roamed free.
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The King of Death has fallen.
A/N: OMGOMGOMGOMG! WAAAHHH! This is the most SUCKISH sad story ever! But I just HAD to do a songfic on Viva la Vida for Shinigami-sama! I'm sorry if some of the parts don't make sense, I tried! Anyways! Please check out Weapons and Technicians: Our Turn! If you want some 2nd gen action! I was gonna add my 2nd gen OC's in here, but I decided not to. Gimmie a review, It's my inspiration!