Revenge: it's a dream of flames fueled by scorched remains that are lit to a torch and brought back upon the one who burned you.
I look forward to seeing you in the __ungle_ as our warriors meet and join the battle drum that calls for unity in the struggle for breaking the chains of modern slavery__ike the butterflies flying the skies and the birds over the seas, all are welcomed for both ear and eye__romises of victory are high, for even if unattainable today, tomorrow still holds the torch and dream, like fire of paradise, glory of life, glory of eternity!
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I look forward to seeing you in the __ungle_ as our warriors meet and join the battle drum that calls for unity in the struggle for breaking the chains of modern slavery__ike the butterflies flying the skies and the birds over the seas, all are welcomed for both ear and eye__romises of victory are high, for even if unattainable today, tomorrow still holds the torch and dream, like fire of paradise, glory of life, glory of eternity!
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