#0148. From one day beyond the predatory stalwart thing, the king of them, drill sergeant, worrisome little beast you worrisome little beast you never gave up the world did you? You held fast to the old ways the old ways from the old world and you look upon me with your stark raving red eyes and you feast on me you feast on my bones like you would have before you abdicated your throne. Your kind never surrenders for long.
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