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Flames Will Rise


They have been sleeping for countless years. They live to teach they live to educate Through the attentive doors come the mad men. To throw their knowledge into the fiery den, For centuries they have educated the masses Now the new order rises to destroy them with their vices They toss them on mountains of their kind. They bring wood and oil to destroy their bind. As the tyrants look at the sky. They see their own demise.
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