"Hello there, class
Today, we are going to be talking about cell production"
Might to conjure all
-Powerhouse of the soul
With this might, you'll con greed
And face smashed sense and order
And denotes one side of the new present
Do you see it's maintained?
My devotion doesn't need your sig.
Because you'll feel no pain
Make way for my might
I'll conjure an army
Set to remembrance of the soul
And your plastic particular best be warned
The might will conquer your cause
-A glorious spoil
With the strength of a dragon
Inner-fist from above
Any I oversee brought friends of truth
Written on those dying tongues,
"Life is only provoking apparatus"
None of them stand a chance, now
Cause' my tome can't dream on
My tome can't dream on
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