I am like a dynamite. All you can hear is a silent hush, a minute later the world will tear in a wrecking crush. It doesn't help to put a salt in unwounded skin, and it just not right to heat a gallon of benzene in a well rounded thick bin. It just won't burn.
I foresee dark cloud is coming near, prince of maleficent has been trembling the thick wall of isolation. I solemnly swear, I don't take part of your escape from my prison.
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