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In the coals of books,
Private, But not hidden, EMBEK the scorpion god rises. He takes my enemies, With venom, Directly in the heart, And in an instant, Frees me from the prophets, And the stupidity of man. Oh EMBEK!, In the coals of books redeem me, Make my spirit pure, And my words, Poisonous. |
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That is awesome!!
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Thanks.
  
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"In the coals of books redeem me,
Make my spirit pure, And my words, Poisonous." Powerful words. Dig it, man. |
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Woof! Woof! Woof!
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