A Prince of Tomorrow - Gord - Aspoet
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Gord

2022-03-28 02:25 pm
All the gold, silver and jade,
Costs, at which attained,
All the wars, tanks, and planes,
Casts a shadow, twice the grave.

Born a slave, no faith, he screams:
I have no face, continues aimless.

Castle, your prince awaits.

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