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                                                  ✧ ℑn 𝔗he ℭourt 𝒪f 𝔗he 𝕮RIMSON 𝕶ING✧
                                                                          ✧𝔈pitaph✧
    
     
The wall on which the prophets wrote                                                      Between the iron gates of fate
Is cracking at the seams                                                                              The seeds of time were sown
Upon the instruments of death                                                         And watered by the deeds of those
The sunlight brightly gleams                                                                    Who know and who are known
When every man is torn apart                                                                     Knowledge is a deadly friend
With nightmares and with dreams                                                                When no-one sets the rules
Will no one lay the laurel wreath                                                                 The fate of all mankind I see
As silence drowns the screams                                                                             Is in the hands of fools
                                                        ✧ℭonfusion will be my epitaph✧
                                                  ✧𝒜s I crawl a cracked and broken path✧
                                              ✧ℑf we make it we can all sit back and laugh✧
                                                      ✧𝔅ut I fear tomorrow I'll be crying✧
                                                      ✧𝔜es I fear tomorrow I'll be crying✧

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