Fantasy
FANTASY
I dreamt of magic, crystals and potions
Millions upon millions upon millions of minions
Plenty of artifacts, many creations
Dungeons and dragons, abyss, oblivion
All those catacombs, they call civilization
No nations, just rations, epics and sermons
Gods and demons that live on donations
Horses, bards and whores and all them corpses
Sticky fingers up their @$$3$
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