A mass of animals destroyed my life,
Within the land of fancy that is too strong.
Their strength accumulated through the century
And the next was wrong in its weaknesses.
You can never trust a wand of strength
For the mistaken creatures are loving an evil.
These are ghosts that once were crude
And uncaring for their fellow-ghosts.
Add them to the population
As their food is again drink.
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