Do Not Mourn The Dead With The

And Here I Am Using My Own Lungs Like A Sucker.

The Outcome Of The War Is In Our Hands; The Outcome Of Words Is In The Council.

Strife, Only A Slight Thing When She First Rears Her Head But Her Head Soon Hits The Sky As She Strides Across The Earth.

And What He Greatly Thought, He Nobly Dared.

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