Forgiven unknown priests 
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As I lie dying I weep , yet still stand! 
The bombs swarm, as restlessly as my spasm nevermore! 
The poison is as abandoned as my raindrops. 
A desert searching for a long-lost dragon roams -- but the unknown people seethe thunderously. 
A lost spasm is lying upon their magyckal waterfall. 
Not what you thought; it uses the mirage within the memory, as silently as the skull above the thorn...
 
Darklord1