To the places where the playing field may soon tip further out of kilter.
The whirlwind may no longer spuick the land of Arizona.
Puritans grieve sought for the console of the crucibles.
I have heard, i have read, i have experienced and now i see the wisdom in the very understanding of knowledge.
Even Shakespeare wants me by his side so he could partake in the deep secrets.
The secrets of knowledge that had been hidden for far too long.
The horizon wimbles with shrek of agony. Where lies the talisma to curtail this pain.
Men sworn by blood to the servitude of the king with the works of their mouth.
"We will serve you to death.
Hail the king".
One for all, all for one.
Even Arthur cannot do without his Merlin.
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