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Esther Ogina
Written by Esther Ogina
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Shackles Of Doom


Here’s  your sword,

Drawn  by my word,

Here’s your prize

Right  in my inner arm,

Here’s  the moment  you deem so lit,

Here’s the crowd

That loots you precious.

Now,we’ll have the  holy

Heavens cry

We’ll  have a melting paradise snow

Falling right on the earthlies brows

Blown away,

Like dust,

In no spun of time


Here’s  your sword

Fierce in colour

That it’s sight

Casts a spell of doom.

On the enemy’s eye

Move your ground and thrust the core,

Of the prevaling lust

Son of the wordly seer,

Cast your crowns

And save your crowds

Be due in time

And l will add up the price. 





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Esther Ogina

Esther Ogina

A speck of gold
Is a burst of cold
Desires and wants that drys out wisdom

But with Essy essence be sure to stay calm

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