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| I am pensive. I am alone. I fly unto the blackness. | |
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| I laugh at your pain! Your soul shall feed me oh mortal head! | |
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| You cannot harm me oh wind of evil for I have the Power and the Power shall it destroy your stench! | |
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| You are nothing. You are week. I have already feasted upon the souls of your children, grandchildren, great grandchildren, and pet canary! | |
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| Alas. I am no more. You have conquered me. All is well. | |
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