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Rendered vessels with splintered teeth, ragged on below the waters precipice...under continuance though they ceased to be from the embarkation of a homid inception and however more like a Prometheus vivisection made to the wages of extemporized malice. It's collective pleasure from its mysterious beginnings; disconcert its own mind or what might be perceived as one. It apperceives only a single thought. and that is subjugation of the spirit.
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