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Covenanted
Moot I was in the face of hell.
Bloody screams of wordless complaint,
bound helpless to the Circumstraint -
just eight days old, he taught me well.
Of man and God, he did acquaint.
Bloody screams of wordless complaint,
bound helpless to the Circumstraint -
just eight days old, he taught me well.
Of man and God, he did acquaint.
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