Ripped and torn apart, the king and queen walk different lanes.
Black and white, seperated by the building blocks of society.The stable castle which they built...is.Demolished, on their knees they pray, the aristocratic church bishops turn away.They lie in wait, to the truth of the knights swords...amber to the dark.Lurking in the midst...the peasants scorn.The enemies born.The darkness overwhelms the light.An eclipse forms in the eyes of societies.Darkness wins, kings fall.
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Love can be wicked.
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