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King of Broken Dreams

As covetous Death circles,
Knowing he has no dominion,
The wraith smiles back smugly
Wearing his bramble crown,
Sitting on his throne of dusted bones.
Thought you could defeat me?
Time to bow down to your tormentor,
King of broken dreams
In this realm of washed up glory.
Where is your victory now?

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