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The kleptomaniac dwarf bubbled beneath the blue bonanza, calamity sparkling in their frivolous future.
Born, with a strange taste,This man, chews on some newborn's,Succulent organs,As he satisfies his vastAppetite, in these late hours
I wake to the song of a thundering call A summons to a world just beyond Lost long ago in the grimoire of time An empire forged by rune and sword The far away lands of spires and lore  
I don't know where you live, but I live somewhere mystic. Its beauty is beyond words, it's almost unrealistic.
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