For the crown of a cork, snip, snip, a cock and the clouds crow to the announcement of dawn, the priesthood of the aim age. Upon a field in some frozen place far-away from the hindrances of the hearth, generals seasoned by reason state: "people ought to be awared of over-comers." Golden haired gods arrived on breathers fiery and fierce... The garden of an native Potus almost carnal, pagers to pagans carved in various forms of every day bullion... for the periods change and what should have been on the eve can tend to administrate on the morrow. And the learning be continuous, strong hands and maidens in ironhead horns that the thing tends to tame. Personally, nothing international intends to disturb the dusters of the bed, for before the rememberance of November, nails thought on an talisman to the jew. Is your rulers really...? Speak and the knowing of the free. Nigga-knower - entranced by the monuments of the Nile, nodded and pierced palms shown up to the stare of that one eyed statute in the firmament. For what be of the most precious, hears of the gift, to the tossing of Kamikazes!
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