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Poetic Nolm [PONOL]
<br> It sates itself on the life-blood of fated men,<br> paints red the powers homes with crimson gore.<br> Black become the sun's beams in the summers that follow,<br> weathers all treacherous.<br><br> Do you still seek to know? And what?
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