Dirt Shaman 

Of the dust and dirt – Born to: Hurt 
Ardent hardened 
Icy winds – Archers 
of

The Arctic. All upon the heart 
Pulsating 
in

The dark. Whispering 
flames
of

The art.  Born to 
be

A rocket. From 
the
very

Start. Of 
the

Heart. The third 
eye

That doesn’t 
lie

Reading the pentacles 
of

The oracles

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