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Smedjebacka Jan 2015
The corpse of reason
Lives  amidst the drains of  crimson
Those salty bubbles
That vacate in vane their home
Those, in petty pace
That tickle his pretty face
But read he was a hero
And as the Heralds say
The price that he has payed
Is just.

— The End —