Stone cold eyes, slate gray auric field,
No soul in this lifetime in deaths yield.
The God within has been lost in self- loathing,
Gray clouds in a black sky over a cruel king.
No mercy on the masses in his tormented rule,
No male companions or true friends for the fool.
The heart is cast in stone, no love is let within,
Grim reality for the beast who stands among men.
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