Breathing fire out,
burning the plague,
bye bye, human crowd,
you have made a mistake.
Red like, blood,
black like coal,
your ashes fly in the wind,
did the last of you, loose your mind?
No flesh, no life, no land,
can stand my presence,
everything turns to sand,
for i am a dragon!
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