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The colors of Irsis came and then came ever so more.
For all that ever hung on the way wall was not blood
but the dream moans as they all fought to subdue her-
the remaining assassins included.

He had come from a place of lagoon, and a place of
gambling- a type of nixon land to the eastern notions
of movement of the dice.

He proved himself when the Outlawed was freed and
yet they all worked together to subdue the mother however
she escaped to take advantage of the lives of the women.
Only the young and then the fastest could subdue her the rest
stuck on the air ways that were safe for them to travel
but Apollo, this Lei and Kirby and Herlum-they dared it and ran
to stop her feast on their lives. However whatever the saw where
many women in pain in wrappings just like mummies-covering up their
sufferings and their bellies bulging. Kirby barfed. The being that stood announced
himself not but screamed.

The mother seemed to kill him but she exclaimed,"death-its a copy-the real one was here though."
The mother seemed weak and collapsed-she told the story among all the ones of harm.
That they must all go to a certain school and bring it into an  end
forging a weapon of their unity was the only way to send," that bitch to hell"
The monks came in land and removed the women all and well.
But no one could tell what the four where up to and they escaped.
But the time the leader had proclaimed the land clean of harm-they
had gone to place tehir lives in harm. And that be the ending of this song.