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IP:
The last struggle of a solja raises his sward in one last action,
as the man in the back stands with his horse laughin,
knowin that he is the best and stands alone,
and lays the soldier to rest to clam the throne,
as the misty dew rises like a heart through a humble mans chest,
through the mans rib cage filled wit rage knowin he's still not the best,
theres still a chance that he could be overthrown,
he has more hate feeling that he just dont know.
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