Never a castle falls to bombardment of an enemy. Never do powerful feel the agony of war. They feast on the souls of innocence. Their cups runneth over with the death of youth, but only of strangers; To fill an appetite, a hunger for power, to indulge to its drunkardness. Oblivious to neighboring fences that hide carnage in graves, awaiting time to pass for forgiveness of sins. ***
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