Who dares forget the time weve had,
What blasphemy! Have we been bad?
When all your care is in your books,
Where is ours? Its stolen, you crooks!
Why should we, you say, be mad?
Let me show you, Ill be glad:
Was it not you who burnt libraries to the ground?
Alexandria cries for her books are unfound!
Of a night in 33 rests an evil reign,
Your hated evil spread out once again,
With one slow night of fire and flame,
The voice of Jews hushed forever again.
So now you've seen your luscious vile terror
As my voice is erased, this was your error!
Many times this tragedy has past,
Our voices hushed by the fire you cast.
Now you are me at last! At last!
The forgotten voice; the shadow of the past.













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Life is like a rubix cube... it pisses you off.
... so who invented the horse anyway... so impractical
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Life is like a rubix cube... it pisses you off.
... so who invented the horse anyway... so impractical
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