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Sep. 7th, 2015 01:20 amMost have forgotten the name I originally gave them. (The connection is fairly obvious.) I would like to see them; the ones who began it all with me.
There are many who would say I don't care what became of them... (There is a faint smile on his lips.) But I do. They are blood that was not meant to be spilt. How can I stop knowing their sacrifice?
What sort of Lord would I be?
There are many who would say I don't care what became of them... (There is a faint smile on his lips.) But I do. They are blood that was not meant to be spilt. How can I stop knowing their sacrifice?
What sort of Lord would I be?