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Aphotic
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Loathe
The tall majestic oak Immortal, unmoving Seeing all, seething all Loathing moves through it's veins
But moving shall it never know Reaching out it's stranglehold Squeezing the essence from it's woeful foe Which lie below
Try it shall to cascade all The middle of the circle My comrade encompassed The circle I migrated to each dusk To commence plans of treason Unto the humans My comrade the oak in which I trust
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