A man, who's soul was put away to rest that night, awakens in
disguise amongst the words embedded in the prayers from his final
vows. Now he lies there breathless and withering from remembering
that his wounds of devoured flesh will heal today and he will
rest. For all his life in that he once reigned but now deceased
he shall be remembered. I can't help but to think about how he
lived through this. To end his life in agony and defeat. To seize
the day upon the land he once reigned; now buried within. Now he
lies there breathless and withering from no memories. His spirit
dies but his blood lives on. We are his children
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