It 's the hole that makes me mad who forwards me jet
infamous dirt off
who drown me and then I save the small eyes of evil
be observed in motion false
inattentive.
E 'the mast
the right not the good
I hurt you do not kill or steal
is the angel of pure
swords that raises the emo el'elsa
that falls on the head sash
without penalty on the shoulders and legs severed
cries size.
E 'right thing and holy
revenge is finally accomplished
high and divine.
Marombra
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