Ere any trembled plea assembles, begs
Audience to spare a few. Abated, alter
Egos, blasted fury's shield. It
Might not end in tragedy, may all
Come right, could ransom trends,
Numeric flaws assuaging, soothe as
Balm a tropic waft to sting in peace
Thy pieces, torn, preemptive
Rage a-fueled before the
Final feat was known.
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