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Daredevils tests
of courtesy and acts
of selfish means and prideful heirs

To cover heads
and to run and hide
for this objective's cruel

And to find secret assassins
and the glory of the kingdom restored
to kneel to no one

This hunt for glory
and for silver prices
dare not to cross borders

The wings they flap
the eagle soars
towers above us

Sorrowful instances of my karma
seems beyond repair
dystopic settings

In maze's you'll loose yourself
and become a stranger
sanity is far away

I had seventeen pounds
spend them in a day
for this devil is on