i pledge my loyalty to thy
So what do you you turn it into a mockary
so worthless thy soul is to thy so with thy own sword i strike at thy
but you shall not die so quick i will make sure of this so be prepare
for you have earned this so plead cry or try to escape it makes no difference. For no mercy will be shown tonight so what cames first your fingers your toes no prehaps your tongue it make no diffence
so as you die i place kiss on thy lips
then a black rose on thy face
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