Quarrel
In the wording of sensation,
we weathered the bells and savored the sanction,
community well,
latency incantation.
The remote had fallen in...
Rapturous roaring took any din,
...because they bothered so hard the made men,
took shares with every invasion,
or wasn't it a sword hidden by the very lord?
Taking it's vengeance and stages in a win?
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