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Sometimes it's like a shelter
Where you can hide your inner fears
Avoiding strikes ably,
When you want to attack
It is war's best friend
Putting my pride down
Laughing you rise so high
Sun can melt your wings
Herds of human waste
Deformed faces
Sounds of hyenas art
False attack wount hide slimenes
Mixing up divine with bottom forms
Weapon of the swarm,
Cure for life or blindless
Point of weakness or simplicity
Can you disgrace me?
Can you laugh to the god?
