My Word

Get away, dead silence! I'm beginning this fighting. I'm afraid, bloody friend, That i have strict argument - My iron - Lord of all wars. I finished them all with a look for a stars. Oh, it's sinister sentence - Eternally fight for independence. Stone sun with its venomous rays Is lighting up your searching of names. Don't care, Master of Crowd - I know your mask and your name's sound. Your mask is mercy, your name is Melkor - I know your name's sound.
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