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Are you ready for it?

I shouldn’t have to ask you that question after all that you have done.

It would’ve been rude of me not to give you a heads-up like this.

Your reign of terror is steps closer to its endgame.

If I do not draw my sword and face the ghosts of my past, checkmate is guaranteed.

I did something bad long ago, but can you blame me?

I’m just a human being that made a mistake because I was not in the right mind.

Anguish and love do not mix because both made my life worse before.

If you respect that my situation is delicate, why do you keep poking the hornet nest?

If you crack it open and the wasps sting you so much their poison burns,

don’t be surprised if I say, “Look what you made me do.”

Your empathy is lacking so why should I care if you are put to rest the next day?

Princes don’t negotiate with paupers like me.

So it goes because fame and violence are always placed above justice and peace.

Isn’t it gorgeous to be the one in control? To run a country or a sect without a care in the world?

Doesn’t it feel amazing when your subjects obey you unconditionally as if you are an almighty god?

These questions reveal to me that aristocrats and celebrities use their authority

for insolence and seduction. No wonder we can’t have nice things.

You are not entitled to my throne even though a liar was the king of my heart before.

What was “yes” today could be “no” tomorrow so I keep fewer promises.

I’ve heard enough empty platitudes from your devotees to realize that an oath is not to be made lightly.

Anything else you want to preach about before I take the getaway car to escape additional agony?

Go ahead and dress your possessive wiles by telling me you love me

And shower me with material goods to let my guard down against my better judgment.

But when you try to use your tenderness as leverage, it is all the more reason for me to leave.

The longer I stay here, the more certain it is that my life is in danger.

My hands are tied keeping the darkness around me at bay for as long as I can.

Fortune is never on my side when I dance, but my sword will always be my partner.

Call it what you want, but the battlefield is my ballroom.

If dancing alone is the only way I can retain my individuality, so be it.

Happy Raʼs as-Sanah al-Hijrīyah, Vlad Dracula.

I’ll see you in Hell.

Here we are in the darkness of the night

We’re in the part of town with no street lights

Baby, it’s another wrong turn

But we seem to never learn

We are two cars at 2 am with no headlights

We both got no plans how to stay, how to drive

Mistaking red flags for runway lights

It feels so wrong but seems so right

Then I said, "Let's have time apart"

I thought it would sway from you my heart

Two months and four guys had passed

Nothing but this love would last

We let go and turn away

We cross roads then angers fade

You always know how to lead me on

Leave me breathless every touch of dawn 

I should just ask you to leave all this behind

But even me don't want to leave you behind

Because I know we'll just keep getting back

And I know this love will keep coming back

You’ve got your sweet smile and star tattoo on your chest

I’ve got my dreamy eyes always hoping for the best 

You're the only love I know that feels right

I'm the one you think who brings your world light

Sometimes, wrong turns lead you to the right places

At times, bad moves take us to the best days

'Cause love is a tempting rose garden filled with sharp thorns

And not every love story has a prince with a white horse