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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 feasti 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 feasti remember the white gift from the mist.. to "otjanep"
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