Lariel Morihsta Biography

It wasn't till the time we became runners,
That they laugh at us,
For our greed.
For our knowledge.
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Tic toc,
Its the clock.
The door is lock,
The monkey has dock.
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From brighty yellow,
To soury green.
In white they garb,
Yet black they came.
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Strong Lavender filled her body and soul
The moonlight sparkling on her bare skin
As her Ornaments ravaged, violated
A Pair of brown spot stood on mountain top
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He brings a book,
But sits like a tulk.
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