……Your Majesty; the world is ours, now we can make it in our image, we’ll keep it vintage, so they won’t get any ideas as futures pass, compound the confounded with troublesome tasks, of staying afloat, you wait and see, they’ll go all the way back to sacrificing goats, that mysterious mysticism was and is theirs, it’s so easy to maintain their compliance, and they thought their ancestors was giants, that’s why we came, we saw, we triumphed.
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EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
Great flow to this.
Thanks
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