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The Fallen Prince

Once upon a time, lived a prince  on his left hand is words of wisdom and another is a chip of puzzle in pride with his sword of blues, deep it is strong he is brave, he is wicked,  he is smart, he is trouble, but sadly there are untold nightmare it is buried in the lungs and throat All the peasants hail on his knees praise his head and adore his will but someday they curse and jail him in a misery, with thorny chains and blood He said all things will be okay He conveys everything is on handle Nevertheless he falls in back-stabbed tragedy His soul was crying and his body was bleeding Traitors! Traitors! The sinful beings! He screams until he gets frail Until everyone laughs and throws the spit Even the skies know, he can't be helped
So I witness all those images In the future with canvas of prediction Those prides abandons that corpse Fatal! Fatal! But he ignored the words The book of story will be closed, forever In the name of the fallen prince Even the sword never be found …