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smashed to bitsin the peace of the nighthe craved powerand, to keep inhe'd change his spotsor, shed his skin(he craved power)smashed to bitsin the peace of the nightthe power in the hourthe art of the feworiginal and bestperpetuate natureunending largesse(she craves power)in attempts to stultify meyour weakness - your ideologysmashed to bitsin the peace of the nighthe craved powerand, to keep inhe'd change his spotsor, shed his skinlike yapping dogsblind lead the blindthose who chain the futureare those time leaves behindis glory now gone?a friendship - worth of fiendsis a rose without thorns.
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