mighty roar did follow with early exception of a loved one, the arrows came down like a thousand rainbows, stand up to defend the land with the soilders of the best army around, defyng a tryant who is with many while i only have a few, killing easily with advanced spears and shields, the formation led to victory only to frown with the queen to drown with out a sound, to bow down to a god i will find that it is a thing that can still bleed, time was a gentle man, finished with a roar to count, a arrow with depth vision finally got me down for the count, red is all i see now to sacrifice is my doubt now, the god finally felt blood with a human chill up his spine for im going blind, for a hero i am now, without a doubt, the roar is finally gone
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