Your words of grace are pure distaste, hidden in disguise.
I so did trust your words were just, and learned they're only lies.
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I try define my words of rhyme, with meaning worthy speech.
Select the phrase inside the maze, within your mind's own reach.
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Structure well and cast a spell, your people never dreamed.
They shall abide your words own tide, and listen till the end.
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Quander not a power sought by many in the realm.
Evil deeds will yield the means to catastrophic hell.
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The world we know can take a blow, so long we let it heal.
Forgo distaste and do embrace the logic yet revealed.