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Course with no Name
There is understanding in the oath.
Where you were standing
beneath
an
Oak. Soaring blue sky
applied to drifting clouds. This oath
of silence. Said
aloud. Iwill not allow my self to be
taken alive
I
would rather
die
than be alive. Under the command of another man
Therefore
I
Pick up my weapon
to
explore
islands of plunder and violence
Should
I
die. May flowers of death, arise
exuding poison
into
the skies. So that
every
enemy unpleasantly
dies.
As I look
to
the skies. I have already said
my
goodbyes
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