Great ones, abort thy power unto me
Successor
Come, bring your taintless, might machines
Of star-like composition
I am pure, I am nature
That is truth
You do not believe?
Then you shall not ride
Take me
They are left bloodless by my hand
We stand strong
Our children shall be stronger
In display of my peoples
I devour thy wretched
Slavery bonds, hatching sores
Broke the cattle in
Languish feast on the fallen
Coming to understand substance
Earth may shake beneath its sun
Stand firm until

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