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5, 8, 9 - 3 votes.
The taste of dirt, steel, and whips Has become familiar to many. They annihilated those called evil, Doomed and lonely outcasts... Like a farmer pulling out weeds From the fields that belong to him, So they burned the reeds of lives On the inquisitors' burning pyres.


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