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30 September 2010 @ 08:59 am
 
I used to roll the dice, feel the fear in my enemy's eyes.
Listen as the crowd would sing: "Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"

One minute I held the key, next the walls were closed on me.
And I discovered that my castles stand upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand.