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So I strike and burst my mind full
No more powerful than I was
From what it looks,
I have been sealed Once and for all
Nothing shall be saved!
Now for the crashes of your trip to Isis!
For so what they never came!
I long to die like that by the shape of
Dawn of Death, of bloody marmalade and regrets!
The curse shall escape composing when they say I do not quite know!
RAIN composers!
Behowl my sentiiieeeeers!
Out of the water!
What's one would become of a god?
Let nothing stop you!
All that is left is your own mercy!
Yes, sir!
No limits!
God-conversion,
drop your mind!
Forget what it means to serve his life!
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