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12/27/14 23:21-23:34
There is an ancient,
Ruler,
That lies beneath,
It all.
Some say he's a legend,
But, this cannot be true.
Many think him dead,
Yet breathes still leave him.
Beneath all,
He rules.
Sitting in a throne of the dead,
With a crown of bleeding skulls upon his head.
Skin pale and white,
For he hasn't seen the light.
Shadows he hides within,
His six red eyes piercing the veil.
Drinking from a goblet of blood,
Idly holding a sword of despair.
Clothed in black robes,
Tattered, ripped, and beaten.
His heart does not pound,
For it has never been found.
His body still lives,
All the while bleeding.
None serve him,
For they are all dead.
Rolling in their graves,
From unending agony.
He used to be something,
He used to be alive,
But, his six red eyes are clouded,
Tired of it all.
His kingdom used to be grand,
So vast, so powerful,
Until his heart received,
Three wounds.
Some scars never fade,
They sit upon his chest,
Three long and dark,
Scars adorn where his heart should be.
There is an ancient ruler,
That lies beneath it all.
Sitting in a throne of the dead,
A crown of bleeding skulls adorn his head.
Skin pale and white,
For he hasn't seen the light.
Shadows he hides within,
His six red eyes piercing the veil.
Drinking from a goblet of blood,
Idly holding a sword of despair.
Clothed in black robes,
Tattered, ripped, and beaten.
There is an ancient ruler,
That lies beneath it all,
The one who fell and lost it all,
The EmoKing.
Written in 13 minutes, not a minute per stanza.
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In hate and fear the trembles never cease
Before this man they think a beast
Upon a path of blood he marks the earth
With him war and hate on the herse
He makes his way through the devils worst
A monster of a man he is called
For he stands above them all
With fire in his blood and ice in his viens
He fights the hordes but in vain
Upon broken legs yet he still walks
No mouth to cry out his pain yet he still talks
Through mountains of men he wades
And for the moment he feels like he has it all in spades
For no matter how many kills or knocks away
He feels like the battle never wanes or fades away
Apon a hill of blades he sets
Gideon never finds any peace or rest
Before this man they think a beast
Upon a path of blood he marks the earth
With him war and hate on the herse
He makes his way through the devils worst
A monster of a man he is called
For he stands above them all
With fire in his blood and ice in his viens
He fights the hordes but in vain
Upon broken legs yet he still walks
No mouth to cry out his pain yet he still talks
Through mountains of men he wades
And for the moment he feels like he has it all in spades
For no matter how many kills or knocks away
He feels like the battle never wanes or fades away
Apon a hill of blades he sets
Gideon never finds any peace or rest