Think of my personage and react,
Think of myself in the same thinking,
And then reorder the feelings of data.
But come in the way you wish and need,
The desires of the days and nights
Accomplish further deeds of greatness.
Find me the time for trees of questions,
Fiddling with the brains and nerves
This time ending in tragedy so befitting.
If I muttered a writing we call you in,
To escape us after the sin has eventually
Emitted its darkness of light.
I thought to myself the axes and reflected rays
And they chewed me with teeth
So wizardly and expertly.
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