For “The Great “ be not oppressed
A cultness I shan’t be
For the sight of the malignant wind can we see
For the sanctity brought a golden chest
The sight of Horsemen raising for the underworld
Or hear old Apollyon shake as he uncurled
Life
Incognito Rebel
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