Who's Power
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These nightmares are essentially nothing more than chattering habits offering mouthfuls of hued static,
simply vapid,
why such shadows had veins rowing treacherous rapids,
warped amongst gnarled oaks grasp matted,
yet,
there is a learning towards this havoc,
there isn't power allotted to those brutes that never truly had it.
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