| The resturant of Kings Sleeping giants roar People�s heads subside, eyes rotate, eggs prospate and hunters, the life death hunters Trudging through the glades with red on their hands Weird and skillful hunters. Feeding the resturant of Kings The table shadows a palace grand bodies form Don�t smoke in public or wear things of pink (I got bored with it at the end) |
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