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β β β mephistopheles had
β β β whisperedβ toβ him
β β β empty eyes of a boy
β β β ππ¨π₯πβ βββ sweetest
β β β child you disappoint
β β β myβ ownβ π«πππ₯ππππ’π¨π§
β β β my only πππ.
β β β β β β οΉοΉοΉοΉ
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πππππ πππππππ ππππππ retweeted
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β ββ π.β ππππ β βββ π«ππ§ππ πππ β .
they feared him so, the πππππ π π‘πππππ
ππππππ, upon the πππππππ πππππβ #
weep the names of apostates to the
empress . . . and all trembled as she
beckoned her πππ to the throne.
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It published out weird on my account, but please give it a read if you want. Itβs one of two parts for the solo, Renegade, and by itself, it may be a lot to digest. I did my best with it, and itβd mean a lot if you give it a glance :,)
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β ββ π.β ππππ β βββ π«ππ§ππ πππ β .
they feared him so, the πππππ π π‘πππππ
ππππππ, upon the πππππππ πππππβ #
weep the names of apostates to the
empress . . . and all trembled as she
beckoned her πππ to the throne.
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β ββ π.β ππππ β βββ π«ππ§ππ πππ β .
they feared him so, the πππππ π π‘πππππ
ππππππ, upon the πππππππ πππππβ #
weep the names of apostates to the
empress . . . and all trembled as she
beckoned her πππ to the throne.
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The person, who will be the executioner . . . those gleaming toxic greens as eyelids fluttered open under the gaze of his π¦π¨ππ‘ππ«, the moonlight, finally, illuminating the crystal clear visage . . . of a boy who finally πππππ him with sight alone.
β β β β πππππππππ.
β β No . . . ππ, ππ. Not . . . not π―π°π΄. Not ββ not to his own son, ππ. Hyperventilating, he clenched his jaws tighter and shot himself up from his knees, gasping desperately.
β β βγπΎπ¨π°π», π·π³π¬π¨πΊπ¬ ββ STOP! PLEASE, π·π³π¬π¨πΊπ¬, YOU MAY KILL MY SON, YOU MAYγβ



