I was timorous,
Broke the wall, oush me to do the worst
I killed them all my self
I broke them apart like a moron
Judging them is one thing I was thinking
I steeped them into the heat of the flaming cauldron
I picked up and skinned them
The anger of mine was bigger
The skin peeled off from the bodies
I found something sparkling
Something inside the bodies
I found pearls, I found the things
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