Rise again
After the shatter truth
Flare the wings of the golden torturous dream
Broken land of the tiny ignorance
Persistence judges no resistance
Monies or steel
Speak the unspeakable
Find my empire or wreckage from past failures.
Grasp the vanity in many crowns parade.
Be with me
Or
Twinge the splinter
Between us; this battle must be settled
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The queen of pure hearts seems to take on the 'Broken land of the tiny ignorance, let the battle [mind] begin...originality wins again great...regards