King
Kesari Nandan Goriin, Oliver Thomas Coyne, Robert Stefan Marin
I’m your undertow
Caught in a web of lies, our shadows blind. A great remiss for the slave, creature by force he is made. He is made
KING
Walk away, take my name, an echo of a forgotten game. Stuck in place oh end debate. Through blood he has a chance again
KING
Crawling, feeding. Behind every wall. Turning, your beliefs into a way to conform Please give up this space so we may have control Don't think for yourself, we can do it for you. King!