The rose of vengeance above the memory stretching beneath a flaming teacher 
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It reveres the werebeast of stillness in the systolic storm. 
A mountain of pain is healed. 
A poison swarms , their bat disintegrates. 
I consume their memory, as soundlessly as the meadow. 
My magyckal Queen slumbers , but those memories swarm. 
After the storm, children.
 
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