Life is naught but a fleeting dream
We are all just puppets in someone's scheme
Heroes and villians, prisoners and unbound
All are puppets is what I found
Let us partake in this bitter drink
For everything is different than what you think.
Does this scare you?
You still believe this isn't true.
Poor you.
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Chronicles of a Filandrythian
A mysterious red leather book, that seems to want you to read it.
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