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The Rings of Destiny the Triad,

thrown the Spear to see it do,

the whiz of a weapons gear,

zero tipped.

Claws shredded my life,

while alive and speaking with dignified voiced,

create thou a thought to foremost in taught,

the League of Student in walk.

Through the Tunnel of Debt,

the skipping I'll never forget,

only one hand held in the most of set,

it was my Mother at anxious fret,

a child was I by her side,

and now I state RIDE!!

Not to the Stars they've loss in Mind,

know steady decay is the cost of plays,

shall the week have come an bygone done,

than what shall be shall be a lung.

Pierce this stip to old past lip,

the favor for a terrible RIP,

the constant worn exhausts the form,

to breath without the supportive crossed.

The Kiss of Death Received in life,

the parallels uncanny to any pipe,

smoked for clap,

landed slapped,

the bitter of the sweetest lapped,

the Milky Way must be a Raging Shay.

Thru the Streets the Carry-All,

backed to stripped it in to Baul,

housed to forced isolative squall,

the Ocean of the Readied Maul.