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Middle of Fight
561 / 0 / 17 летNow sun is rising up in the ninth time.
We have flooded with a blood all world, we are tired.
My blood has become i na fragrant wine,
Your blood has become in devouring fire.
666 - your shield, your sword - your venomous tongue,
I'm fighting with feeling of doom, but it is a life.
Past, present, future are standing beyond me in rank
And to kill to save yourself is becoming for me rife.
