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Written In Stone

It’s written in stone.

The chair is empty but it isn’t just any chair, it’s a throne.

I’ll march on this road even if it means I’ll be walking alone.

Lately everything has seemed to be seen in the light, but one way or another it inevitably goes into the the dark and the cold.

Nothing can be done or said to stop me because I’ll continue on my path even when I grow old.

I talked again to my demons and they said they finally understand why my soul will never be sold.

I have a tale to write, a tale that will always be told.

Because this destiny is written in stone.

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