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Wasting All These Tears

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In the ancient land of Elloria, nestled between towering mountains and lush forests, a legend echoed through the ages—the tale of The Blade of Prometheus. It was said to be a sword forged by the gods themselves, imbued with the power to shape destinies and bring both salvation and ruin to those who wielded it.

Centuries passed, and the legend faded into obscurity until a young blacksmith named Kael stumbled upon an ancient manuscript hidden within the depths of a forgotten library. The weathered pages spoke of the Blade, its origins shrouded in mystery and guarded by trials of immense peril.

Driven by curiosity and an insatiable thirst for knowledge, Kael embarked on a quest to uncover the truth behind the myth. Armed with determination and his skills at the forge, he journeyed across treacherous lands, seeking guidance from sages and scholars, and braving perils that tested his resolve.

His odyssey led him to the Temple of Aramor, a place whispered to hold the key to unlocking the secrets of the Blade. Inside the temple's hallowed halls, Kael faced trials of intellect and courage, deciphering ancient enigmas and confronting illusions that challenged his deepest fears.

At the heart of the temple lay an ethereal chamber, bathed in shimmering light. Within its sanctum stood a pedestal, and upon it rested the fabled Blade of Prometheus, gleaming with an otherworldly radiance. Kael's breath caught as he reached out to grasp the hilt, feeling an inexplicable surge of power coursing through him.

Yet, the sword's guardians, spectral beings bound to protect its legacy, materialized before him. They tested Kael's worthiness, probing his intentions and weighing the purity of his heart. With unwavering conviction and humility, Kael demonstrated his resolve not for dominion but for understanding.

Moved by his sincerity, the guardians bestowed upon Kael the knowledge he sought. The Blade was not a tool for conquest but a beacon of guidance, capable of both bestowing immense blessings and wreaking catastrophic havoc if misused.

Kael returned to his homeland, bearing the wisdom of the Blade. He shared its teachings, advocating for harmony and balance, using the knowledge gleaned from the legendary sword to foster unity and prosperity among his people.

As years passed, Kael became a revered figure, his legacy intertwined with the very essence of Elloria. The Blade of Prometheus remained a symbol of hope and enlightenment, a reminder that true strength lay not in the weapon itself but in the wisdom and virtue of its bearer.

And so, the legend of the Blade continued to echo through the annals of history, a testament to the transformative power of knowledge, humility, and the enduring spirit of a young blacksmith who dared to seek the truth.

Blade Of Prometheus

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Coward’s Crown

You say your a killer, say you got scars,  
Say you seen death, left bodies in the dark.  
Hands red, but your heart is weak,  
A real man builds, but you just leave.  

Took from the world, but what did you give?  
Carved out graves, but never learned to live.  
Talk big, act cold, but you’re hollow inside,  
A king of nothing, a throne built on lies.  

Blood on your hands, but can’t hold life,  
Took so much, but you won’t make it right.  
Say you are a beast, say you don’t fold,  
But even monsters don’t run from their own.  

You’re man enough to take a life,  
But not man enough to raise one right?
You say you strong, say your real,  
But even a coward knows how to kill.  

Pedophile, criminal, still did more than you,  
At least he stayed, at least he grew.  
You talk about war like it makes you tough,  
But real strength comes from showing up.  

Ruin comes easy, but love takes fight,  
Anyone can pull a trigger in the dead of night.  
But when the sun comes up and the world moves on,  
Who’s left standing? You’re already gone.  

You break, you run, you cut, you hide,  
Claim your a demon, but even demons provide.  
Coward’s heart, liar’s breath,  
Don’t talk about pain when you haven't faced death.  

You’re man enough to take a life,  
But not man enough to raise one right? 
You say your strong, say your real,  
But even a coward knows how to kill.  

Life is the weight you couldn’t hold,  
Even the damned protect their own.  
What’s it like to be so small,  
To fear a love that stands so tall?  

They call you a ghost, but ghosts leave a mark,  
You’re nothing but silence, a shot in the dark.  
A shadow with no name, a whisper, a joke,  
The kind of man that history won’t even note.  

You’re man enough to take a life,  
But not man enough to raise one right? 
You say your strong, say your real,  
But even a coward knows how to kill.  

I don’t respect killers, I don’t fear death,  
I fear the ones who leave nothing left.  
And you aren't worth a single breath,  
Not even the devil would claim your debt.  

I don’t respect killers, I don’t fear death,  
I fear the ones who leave nothing left.  
And you aren't worth a single breath,  
Not even the devil would claim your debt.  




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