

PolitikaPolitika A cessation is proximal this year All things held dear will be lost through great fear. Harnessed hearts of stars, a trump playing card Remaining; a cinder scorched mass of garb. Concocted by pantomiming pantaloons Harebrained schemes hatched from their cocoons by noon. They cometh from afar; underneath the stars Via the concealment of darkness steadfast. Bear, dragon, eagle; slumber tonight Hunger and strife doth bring great frightfulness. Lacking resources & good sanitation To their wishes, they hope for fruition. Famine; plague make even heroes lose hearPolitika
Ugliness
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