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Oct 2014
Sit still my son,
I have yet to call you,
The world swirls around you,
Awaiting a call to arms,
Soon my son,
A sword I will place in your hand,
The fiery voice I will give you,
Power over force,
When it is time.
Await the trumpets.
Danger Mouse
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Danger Mouse
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   shaqila
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