Please, read the story of my prince.
Werewolves sharpen their claws,
sharpen their claws like a falling leaf.
Shapen their claws, with the name of an angel.
He is the person that saved me from the pit of
insanity resembling sanity.
Touching the body of meat, my heart becomes
water.
A heart of water becomes a violent storm
from even the gentlest breeze.
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