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The truth you speak has no past and no future.
It is, and that's all it needs to be.
Meanehwael, baccat meaddehaele, monstaer lurccen;
Fulle few too many drincce, hie luccen for fyht.
[D]en Hreorfneorht[d]hwr, son of Hrwaerow
heororthwl,
AEsccen aewful jeork to steop outsyd.
hud! Bashe! Crasch! Beoom! [D]e bigge gye
Eallum his bon brak, byt his nose offe;
Wicced Godsylla waeld on his asse.
Monstaer moppe fleor wy
eallum men in haelle.
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