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The creation of kind has an origin gospel screeching to the heavens
The choir waits for no morsel being, and the anthem of challenge cries on
But no gospel is made without bronze, and to become the choir… You must first become Bronze.
You walk down a road where the devil would meet his apostles who lie
You walk down a road where the devil would meet his apostles who lie
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