very good emperor, heres my poem/signiture you tell me whether its good or not
master of puppets i'm pulling your strings
twisting your mind and smashing your dreams
blinded by me you can't see a thing
just call out master i'l hear you scream
your hybrid children watch the sea
pray for father bound by me
victim of what i said should be
now you're mine
running blind threw killing feilds
bred to kill them all
one more purpose left to serve
serve me till you fall
lashing out the action, returning the reaction
weak are ripped and torn away
hypnotising power, crushing all that cower
with your heart and soul i play
GIVE UP HOPE ALL HE WHO ENTERS HERE
ask not for whom the bell tolls, it tolls for thee
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