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hundreds of dug treesflowing down this channelthousands of painted bodiesscreams in rhythm of paddlesand grim drumsyou recognize mefrom my adorned nosefella's bonedwellers of out black reignslimy swampwrapped up in a thick fogmy reign, the reign of asmat!my reign where death gives lifethere's magic in cutting youinto little piecesmagic in dancingwith your head right hereall around a hundred meters tall "bis"I remember the last great feast I remember the white gift from the mist...to "otjanep"that's our refusal of yourwhite senseless lawour revenge on your soft white flesh!I remember the last great feast I remember the white gift from the mist...to "otjanep"
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