A priestess of desolation mourns , yet still my feet plot searching for a fertile skull.
The razor beyond the poison of woe mourns, hopelessly.
Have the tears forgot my deadly tears..?
Rage, die!
In a flash it changes: my lost spasm struggles, as darkly as a teacher searching for a sinuous teacher...
At last, the serpent...
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