| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - Battle I have not fought beforeLying there across the floor,Spread eagle- arms stretched wide,Face aghast, just can not believe,The one I trusted lied.The path I tread is filled with blood,And all I see is black,Whispering voices in my head,I see the things I lack.'Tis is a battle I have not fought before,Not in all my life,Walking down the blood-stained floor,Past the weary strife.Ghosts rattle chains
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