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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.
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Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 4:56 AM UTC
why am I sitting on my couch again?
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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Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 4:56 AM UTC
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