A shockwave upon your throne is chemically industrialized through that throne if it is seeked out
Surely it is in mine.
The essence of love is right before your throne and you are your thrones king
So send forth the squire and maiden not through manipulation or promulgations but through self strife
The shockwave will externalize your throne if only you play your strife correctly
In this world there is randomization will fate and factual occurrences in which is a selection of cards
One of these you will select likewise to the list
Mysteries upon mysteries endless paradoxes ongoing reversing even the most flustering and egocentrically inspiring minds
Until that element called love returns again yet again establishing chemical waves as the industrial element of the heart consumes off and on forever
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