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I joust the land in this muddled boiler,
She keep trace each time its gone to call her,
As dark the covetous kinsmen transform,
I type myself the sheet of corn,
Standard sages of ancient manuscripts,
So far gone focused in lifting the crypt,
Beside me the blue eyes arrange the firm,
So deep in blood, on the contrary, I learned,
For ancient kings universe has questioned the races,
Now I’m stuck with one plan of genocide faces,
Loyalty in this era will join the fight,
Kicking death in that steal go lights.
