The blood it's blue, it's flows in my veins.
In vain, sustain, mix, then engrained.
For the love of flow, His size is immense.
Guided by the Red-Tail Hawk, it lands on the fence.
Align with half, with what's good and what's right.
A green Kingu, in stride, at great height.
In which, in me, enrich my funds.
Flying around, like that once Great BeelzeBuB.
In light, I fight, I crave for fun.
Take a few steps, then off, I then run.
Trying to avoid that pipping smoked gun.
In which, I praise, I want one thing.
To be able, and to avoid, everyone's endless pain.
In which I find, the ethereal implant, that lies.
Together, in blood, I conquor being blind.
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