back in Styx, risen again to the/like the phoenix seeething the despotism of a martyr on his knees pleading to the deceased, and i called out to bring my awakening forth, as my eyes did swell win prayer, as the gospel enshroweded me, as the gods did endow my cheeks warm with the touch of fresh blood. Bring not the purity for which most long, i
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