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The Bronzed coin Golden Championship Belt

Tjhe Cretans have centered there intentions made foly of the traditions stood in the Pool of Rightousness to drink the wines of endearment and affection callously they decieve for those who belive and shall rub the ointments of victory in there losses Might the moon emcompass the straddlers to brring them into aligment with Talus! There they shall stand as men before the God of Wrest each seed sown to bare the friut the bark of the trees to make the leather the presious metals smelted formed and trimmed with the gem stones Talus stand before me that I have labored and am Champion above all! Talus recognize me attop all these men that I am Champion of Champion on every coast in every feild to sell every conseccion That I am recognized to all men as best before me no other and after me the same Champion recognized by such adornments!

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