It took the whole of creation to produce my foot, my each feather: now i hold creation in my foot. or fly up, and revolve it all slowly - i kill where i please because it is all mine. there is no sophistry in my body: my manners are tearing off heads - the allotment of death.
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It Took The Whole Of Creation To
It took the whole of creation to produce my foot, my each feather: now i hold creation in my foot. or fly up, and revolve it all slowly - i kill where i please because it is all mine. there is no sophistry in my body: my manners are tearing off heads - the allotment of death.
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