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"Crown made of thorns of treachery, 

kingdom made of death and misery, 

throne made of bones of the innocent, 

castle drenched in blood of sin. 

A child turned into the skeleton king, with no heart, emotions and feelings. 

Should he cry knowing his past? Or laugh knowing his misery. "

~Amor

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