Oh, DEATH
I warn thee
that I am equiped with armor of valor before thy snares
And when the moment of departure arrives from routes of salvation
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I spell the fumes of roses to escape from your protection...or through air that you may breathe...death is coming in vain....Too
The air i breathe is is wet. You've supposed to chew the air of my lungs. Dear soul thanks for your cmment.