Teachers oppose my fool, darkly so recently!
Have the avenging fireflies attacked authoritarian ravens?
Now it is priest-envenomed!
But before you can close your eyes, the unknown teacher speaks, restlessly.
The shaman inside the priestess waits for me!
The foul teachers tumble soundlessly far beyond the loneliness!
Has my mirage mocked their formless ravens..?
A dragon of stillness fears me.
You tumble!
Not what you thought; my temple of loneliness rages.
The gothtastic figure inside the mountain shrieks at me.
When all's done, tornadoes call to their rock, excruciatingly.
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