Poetry.

Misstep.

The promise is not broken
only until the man
is corrupted
lose the tuning
in his own song
failure to control
and his verses out
by lot.

Then the man
look for the caress of an angel
and find the most ferocious whip
of someone.

Your princess will become
a wanderer.
It will destroy the beautiful world
of illusion
stood the temple
of treason
bleakness
A life with a bitter
flavor.

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