| The King Of Vermin |
| | I am the king of vermin, rodents, rats and plagues. Of all the darkside, I
am monarch, a duke to thrones unknown. My palace of flesh, a river of
souls. My guards, the souls of war. Between light and darkness, between
time and infinity, lies my realm I call my own. I hail nor good, nor a I
evil. I tell not truth, yet I don't lie. I am not ugly or do I charm. I
hide among the shades. Although my chest carries a heart, it serves its
purpose not. For life it doesn't bring to me, love and hate is dust.
Without movement still in time, usurping life itself. I am of substance and
of air, a story told no more. I am not dead and yet I sleep, I do not hear,
yet I'm not deaf. My hands can shape and must destroy, a gracious being,
yet insecure. I am king and I am begger. I am what you call destiny.
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