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On your guard as you lurk along the sand, |
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A paper face won't mask your fear. |
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Unrelenting consequences for this inquisition, |
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Venture forth and give yourself away with the scent of unfamiliarity. |
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For razor teeth love their human silk, |
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They long to savor unexpecting flesh. |
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To drink a carcass dry is to taste the Sunderban. |
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Mighty one, never forget, never forget why your skin is thick. |
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Die defending that which your heart keeps closest. |
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The taste of vengeance is so much sweeter on the blackest of lips. |
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The wind whispers trespass, a call for an end. |
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Take up your arms, set your sights. |
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Never fear, there's always more blood. |
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Retaliate! |
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At ease mighty one, this war is not one of your own. |
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The king returns to claim his throne, |
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A humble crown adorns his noble brow. |
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As the killing season comes to a close, |
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Take what's left and start again. |
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As you strive to regain all aspects of your grief ridden life, |
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Living each day with strength found in your heart. |