But the cycle never stops, the kings and the apocalypses, the hearts and traitors and friends of raiders, do you hear it in the hills
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Red
red, bred, red for the breading the breeding and sneezing sit home sick with our sluggish lungs tryna breathe–we concern ourselves here with aftermaths. The revolution revolves the rulers lose the rebels rule new rebels choose a wiser head than the rulers’ abuse unless it’s a ruse then the bread
Jordyn Saelor 