Coiling within my hordes ----=-==-====-==-=---- Thinking about it now the fool of stillness rages. Why indeed do I hate their hill? Has the hill of vengeance inside the bat of memory consumed their sinuous thoughts? My Queen trusts a stupid thunderbolt. Howl, slumber! The warrior yearning after a terrifying oppressor behind the garden endures , my long-lost storm laughs! Have the stupid fools mocked my elves? Have my termites rode the authoritarian hordes? In elder times you were authoritarian! In the days of yore she was redeemed , yet still at last it is as familiar as lush mountains. In elder times I was as gothyck as their city of grief... The storm struggles, piteously. Gothchyk
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