Win -Poem
The sun of red, the clouds full of dread. Upon the shouts a lone lily. Its petals testament to the nilly. The fall of the enemy, The testament heavenly. To rise, to not lose. The strength all from abuse.
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The sun of red, the clouds full of dread. Upon the shouts a lone lily. Its petals testament to the nilly. The fall of the enemy, The testament heavenly. To rise, to not lose. The strength all from abuse.