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One Will Always FeastGreat ones, abort thy power unto meSuccessor 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 |