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Tick tock, the hands of time never stop.
Yet the waves of envy still press the lot to rot.
The circumstances are ever dire.
Too weak to near inspire.
Yet forever built within the feeble empire.
Nothing remains sacred, nothing remains true.
To all who seek the fabled, death will come to you.
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