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Well here's a part of the poem. It's too long to write all of it. hehe. I hate my stuff, all of you are so much more better than me!
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The fire raging inside,
Lighting your soul.
The heart turns cold,
My tears run dry,
No shadows to cry.
Your blood is to flow,
You ashes are to fly.
Oh cruel oppressor
Your time has run out.
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