Ring wretched bells
Choiring the fall
Adversary named
Mantle proudly worn
I stand against
As above, so below
There is a part of you in me
There is a part of me
That must be in you
Resist though you may
If indeed you do...
Wide is the way
Twelve are my wings
Libertae tute mae ex deus!
Now i'm free!
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