Reaching up for solace, demonoid picotent found grace
Of all the rambling things, he found grace
Our twisting logic and lies were found out, but we were forgiven
All fostering of divisions was stopped
And thus and thence came the invading armies
All tweaked up were they, and ever so potent
Not understanding the threats, we took to idleness
Not seeing the dangers, we took to sulking
All the demonoids of the earth came to our solace
But it was not enough

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