Goodbye little one
Become what thee will be
Beyond thy mirror thou art condemned
Bardos: "Till thy descendent of a thousand years sets thee free"
Thy shall not fear
For thy will be reborn
With new life
All will bow in fear
Live in fear
And die
Weakness...
Punishment...
Hatred...
Solace...
Thy life has died...
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