Someone's mistakes now his own.
Someone’s broke his soul.
Someone’s created him their pawn now.
Someone’s made him lose control.
Someone’s bones built his throne.
Someone’s blood paints his soul.
Someone’s demise haunts his halls now.
Now he sits high on his power.
What did it cost him?
Everything.
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Destiny\'s Perspective (Pseudonym) (
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