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King of the West, the leader of power, Weakest branch of the tree. Cut off to be matured, hope you can steer Your soul, before it happens, don't flee Don't flee from this plane of existence. I knew you couldn't last long in misery, Yet, do not go into that good night gentle. You cannot rage, at least don't feel pity. Your steps became sick, unsteady. I know that you won't let me hold you, So I will let you have your good nighty, Not because anyone deserves this rue.I am just cruel, because I've kept you, More than I ever should. Now you're dying, I wore the dirty shoe. Then stomped your face, I was proud. In Samsara we severe, as we would. You curse the thirst, as I drank from river, May your way be true, as much as it could, I didn't expect but at least you came here. Farewell, die in misery and fever, Rot in your soil, keep your vessel clean. Hope no one sees you crystal clear, Like a vulture, in a desire to be unseen.Thee shall not come back after, What had been here before, will never happen.Never, to you, mercilessly ever.

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