And Suddenly Jumping out from the darkest abyss but nowhere the evil dwarf coming back to life to face me , touched by the kiss of the moonlight rising high in the skies , the skies of the kings, handles his slaughtering jagged slaying axe of swiftness to hurt me.
But the unholy forces of my mishandled emerald sword are incredibly too powerful for the jumping widget who soon rolls on the ground , the ground of the kings.
I am prounoucing the ancients words of the dark ritual of blood : " BIAGGO PANINI CON BOSCAIOLO PIZZA ET FORMAGGI QUATTRO SOUPAPE " I can feel all the magic of the dark elements coming back to life to sit the dark sorceress on her evil throne.
Green candles burning annouce her revenge.
Only the magic steel of the white warrior knock'in on
heaven's door could destroy the malefice.
But beware my unholy fire : he will soon blazes you
like a cat in a cage of antibiotics.
This is hell , my evil poem wizard's last rhymes
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