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The king is born, the light-bringer. The throne is taken. Phoenix of black heart mortality leaving this world, Guided with true instinct & judgement. Their greed is buried so deep, this life is not what I desire When all along the sparrow had drifted. Understanding now what has taken place. The hand of forgiveness still cold because of lost time & confusion. Nothing shown will speak forgiveness, the pain of the last arrow forcing, driving into my spirit. The suffering over. Time & confusion.
