Except the ones we've made
Except the ones we've made
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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.
Each person has 9 votes, and no more than 6 can be cast for a single candidate.
Although I'm 99% sure it's a fake.
I have bad news for you.