In the wasteland of Opus Medusa, Rose a breed of species, Battling for ambrosia, Revenge served cold in dishes. What led to bedlam and melancholy, In the barren land of no flowers, Blood of the Juggernauts was holy, Shield did they from the venomous showers. Saving the mortal soul, From reaching the purgatory, Their power […]
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