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Familiar faces twisted and turned in a perfect cycle of hate,
The chains of the world, jingling in burlesque Christmas carols, clutched in his hands,
As tight as the raged flames of his long awaited fate,
Of what was of everything and nothing from the once lived mainlands.
The judge just stood inert, surrounded by those that once he called allies.
"XXXXXXXX, how do you plead?"
Plead?
Does it really matter?
They should know by now, right?
This world, boring and plain, was never fair to him.
It never was, not that there was something to call it better,
Or worse, for a crime that he recognized as his own delight,
it will be the same conquer for him to aim.
And that feeling..
Oh, that strong feeling of danger,
A hidden hunger of power,
An unbreakable pain!
Like a stranger,
A pain that was cover by the forever mark of bloodstain
Along with the void that a single star had ate.
"…guilty."
Cursed and hateful emptiness,
Please take this feel to the deeps.
To that darkness of no return.
"His sentence will be.."
To a new way of living,
And to another form of madness!
"EXILE"
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