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EP Dead Man Walking,
If thine sword be the faster
Then glory to your King!
They'll cheer at my demise,
And drunk will kingdoms sing.
But, If Misery becomes you,
At least you'll have Companions
For if your steeds do falter,
I'll make graveyards out of canyons!
I'll kill
Each and
Everyone of you
I'll make
A graveyard of this canyon
I never knew of all these embers
All this frightful incandescence
That sort of thing that makes a man's inner alarmist swell with pride
He was begotten in all-flame, Edmund:
Bastard Son of Gloucester. No one could ever take that from him,
And oh how they all tried:
I never felt so at home-
Who knew we had so much in common?
I found meaning in your hiss- for sages say, snakebites kill in every language
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