Sing Me To Sleep (Original Song)Sing me to sleep and if I wake up I'll just
Sit and stare and wonder if I
Could maybe survive if you just sing me to sleep
I still cry and try to get some
Sleep tonight and when everything fails
I'll be choking on air and on my broken mind
I see you by the window and I smile
I see you tend my wounds all through the night
Sing me to sleep and I know I'll be okay
Dreams drift by and everything else just
If I close my eyes the world hurts much less
And I feel so blessed by the sound of your voice tonight
The clock ticks on and my eyes they close
And then you're gone along with the joy I heard
In every note of your beautiful song
Nightmares die and teardrops fall
From my eyes the singing has stopped
And back comes the lost broken mind
Sing me to sleep
I feel empty
Dreams become nightmares and
I cannot sleep
Nightmares and bad dreams
Just sing me to sleep
All that I need
Please sing me to sleep
Before I die out on this
When The Lights Are Out (Original Song)You're beginning to fall down, my friend
You're beginning to fade, fade away
But if they knew
What it is you do
When the lights are out
Then maybe they'd think
Or just shut their mouths
And maybe you'd sink
Down to the ground
But you can't help it today
These scars they numb all the pain
This blood it helps wash it all away
And then you scream out for help
But you're just kidding yourself
But if they knew
What you do
When the lights are out
You're beginning to hate the way you've changed
You're beginning to see the wrongs inside your ways
But maybe you thought
This isn't the way
But maybe it feels
Just like every other day
Come, take my hand
We'll go to another land
Where we can play
All day and night
The haunted thoughts inside your mind
Timid TimOnce there was a boy who they all called Timid Tim,
Nobody thought very much of him.
He was short, unassuming, and built rather slim,
And everyone, quite frankly, assumed he was dim.
Yet poor Timothy was neither timid nor dumb,
And whenever they hurt him, he kept mum.
But one day, he decided he was finished, done -
It was his turn to have his own slice of the fun.
He followed one home, after a real rough licking,
counting the moments, pocket-watch ticking.
Once the boy was asleep, Timmy went click-clicking
at his little pal’s window, prepared for pig-sticking.
The next morning they found him, hanging o’er the sill,
he looked rather much like he sprouted gills -
his throat was in ribbons, his mother screamed so shrill -
So goes the story of Timid Timmy’s first kill.
BUCK (SCREENPLAY SCENE #1)
*THE FOLLOWING IS A SAMPLE OF MY FEATURE LENGTH ANIMATED SCREENPLAY*
(Screenplay Scene #1)
EX. BOBBY’S HOME-AFTERNOON
Walking up to the house, Stetson keeps his hand close to the silver pistol by his side. He walks through tall grass, his hummer a few feet behind him.
He finds himself almost near the front door, when he steps on something rubbery, he lifts his foot up and grabs the item he stepped on. Using his hand, it takes him a while to get all the mud and bits of dirt off, but he soon realizes that it is a red bracelet, one that he had seen before. He sighs and keeps hold of the item.
INT. BOBBY’S HOME/KITCHEN
Bobby sits at the dining room table wearing a white t-shirt and skinny jeans, completing some homework, a red backpack sits beside him, he places the papers into the bag, after he zips it up, he is interrupted by a knock on the front door. The teenager quickly answers.
INT. BOBBY’S HOME/LIVING ROOM
The room is a bit messy, a
9 Tips for Creating a Heroic Protagonist9 Tips for Creating a Heroic Protagonist
Anybody Can Write a Novel 2.0
Chapter 5 “Characters” – Section 2.1 “Heroes
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"A hero is an ordinary individual who finds the strength to persevere and endure in spite of overwhelming obstacles."
Within the realm of Protagonists, the main characters who drive your plot forward, there is a type that stands out
The Boy Walked Down The StairsThe boy looked down the stairs. He felt compelled to by some unknown force. He didn`t know why he did so, it was as if he was levitating out of bed to the downstairs kitchen. When he reached the stairs, the dark void of the bottom stared back at him and put a twinkle of fear in the his eyes, yet he was still being invited by the warm feeling he had in his gut. As he crept down the stairs, the empty blackness swallowed him and made him walk further and further into it. Yet he could still feel the warm glow of the darkness.
He finally reached the kitchen after what seemed like an eternity of walking, and when he got there he felt his heart sink. He heard the familiar sound of the piano. It sounded just like how his mother s playing did before her accident. It made the boy think of how his mother would play him a song when he couldn't sleep or was sad. He remembered sitting on the bench next to her as she tried to teach him how to play the beautiful sound that she knew so well. She would
New BeginningNew faces, new names
Once again, the ice to break.
Different people, same cliques
In front stands a wall of bricks.
Dotted silence, empty space
A jigsaw piece without a place.
Cogs turn, time ticks
A strong will is enough to fix.
The Forest and MeOh the forest I do see, is without question, inviting me.
I follow a call, that says to all, “to nature, come yonder and wander with me.”
She shows not herself, but her best friend the bird;
who sings a song, a song just for me, that points in the direction, of serenity.
The forest, she is, a force unbroken, by all of us, the unjust weeds.
A whole world of wonders beneath every step; not a single one does she miss or forget, for she is all, and you, and me.
But farther she does, still take me; farther still into serenity.
Lost in her home, I search constantly, for where I began, this long journey.
“Do not leave yet,” she calls out to me, “for you still must see, me for me.”
I do not understand, but follow her yet, for what she might still, bestow upon me.
Deeper she leads, and further away, from all dismay, and calamity.
As deeper I go, I feel not me, but wild, wild, wild and free.
I look in the mirror, of the lake, and see that not human, but deer I
Go fund meSo, my novel is getting published through iUniverse. and If anyone can spare like 2 dollars. TWO if anyone wants to be able to read my novel I need help raising the money so that I can send it off to the publishers when i finish.
https://www.gofundme.com/2wxshmpc all i'm asking is for a really really small donation, anything is perfect. I just know that i can't pay for this out of my pocket. please help me I hate i asking this but could you guys help me make my dream come true?
The Legend of a Patronus Chapter 1The Birth of a Special Wizardess
A long time ago in Easterbloom, a small village in Allily, was born a white-haired girl with shiny, ice-blue eyes. The shinny eyes was a characteristic only wizards or wizardesses had and because it was considered that wizards and wizardesses were people who sacrificed their humanity in order to get greater power, if a child was born with shiny eyes as the law dictated, they had to kill it immediately. So when the Kiyoshi family discovered that their newborn daughter had the curse of a wizardess, the shock was so strong that they felt paralyzed by their fear. They didn't want to kill their daughter, but if they didn't, they would put themselves and their 10 year old daughter, Kuroha, in danger. Not wanting to take any rushed decisions, Mamoru and Rin Kiyoshi, put their still unnamed daughter in her crib and then, they went downstairs until they would decide what to do.
In the meantime, their 10 year old daughter, Kuroha, s
God's Forsaken Prelude
The masts were like twigs compared to the colossal tentacles. The dark red mass wrapped its suckers around them and snapped the manmade trees in two. Flames streaked through the night to assault the rubber limbs. Sailors rushed about the deck. Demons hacked away at the alien while merman fired shotguns. The spread of bullets ignited on impact. Yet the limbs continued on with their delightful play, snatching up sailors and crushing prey.
During the madness, a random man knocked over a lantern. Glass shattered upon the blood-soaked deck, the liquid unable to keep the hungry flames at bay. An average sized, dark-skinned man paused long enough to examine the flames. He ducked under a tentacle. A spray of blood splattered onto his white shirt and dark pants.
“Manil!” shouted the dark skinned man. “Manil!” It
What do these remind you of? #3(read the description to see how this works)
1) A Banana Leaf
2) A Pair of Ballet Shoes
3) An One Dollar Bill
4) A Polar Bear
5) A Pair of Headphones
6) A Parasol
7) A Pair of Dice
8) A Snail
9) A Baugette (French bread)
10) A Bird Cage
11) A Bowling Ball
12) A Pair of Boxers
13) A Piano
14) A Rose
15) A German Flag
16) A Rug
17) A Bow Arrow
18) A Crystal Ball
19) A Sailor Hat
20) A Mirror
Puzzles: ProloguePiercing pain soared through his mind like a bolt of lightning, and then there was nothing.
The boy woke to a hollow throbbing noise; that and blackness being the only thing his numb mind could process. It was a soft sound; soothing, low and continuous.
“Where am I? What is this weird feeling?”
Those thoughts suddenly crossed the foggy realm of his mind, disrupting the serene state of nothingness it was in. It sparked a domino effect of reactions through his mind and body; a wave of confusion invaded his consciousness. Gradually, he realized he had appendages; they were heavy and overcome by numbness. The paralysis that had been coating his body and mind slowly shifted, bringing the faint humming sound back to his attention.
That thought seemed fitting; the smooth sensation messaging his body gently, the soft distant hum in his ears bringing out the sound of his body’s inner workings matched one of water or similar warm substance. His mi
A Brother's Blade - chapter 2 (part 2/2)chapter 2, part 2...
“First… you pay.” the mercenary says calmly.
Again that light-hearted tone and that smile. And again that frigid look in his eyes contradicting the relaxed appearance. “Tense?” Ederahon thinks, but he does not voice that thought. “The price we agreed upon…” he starts, but Anuron interrupts him.
“Is non-negotiable.” he says bluntly.
Ederahon only looks at the man in front of him fleetingly. But not good enough. “Scared…?” he spreads his arms. “I did not want to. But such a large sum takes time to gather.”
Anuron shakes his head. Slowly, but confident. “Such a large sum?!” He laughs. Coldly. “To me, yes. To you?” He wave the scabbard with the sword in it around and points at the room the two are standing in. “This may not look all that grandiose, ‘my lord’ Ederahon, but it won’t fool me!” The mercenary takes a step forwards a
A Forgetful Day 2A man slowly adjusts to his new reality. An age regression story. 2 min read.
The concrete ground is rough and hot against my bleached feet. I run towards the swimming pool and plunge into its aquamarine waters, glad to be free of the flaying sun.
There is a middle-aged woman in the lane beside me wearing a swim cap with raised rubber flowers. She moves at a leisurely pace and I can easily out-lap her. But she must have been warming up, for she gets faster and faster and I have trouble keeping up. I blame it on my goggles, they are leaky and the water rushes in and stings my eyes. I have to constantly stop to tighten them, and then my trunks as well. My swim gear is old and wearing out. I must remember to go to the store when there is a sale. I cannot afford to go otherwise, my teacher’s salary is too meager.
It takes me longer to complete my laps than usual, and I feel limp and depleted. At the showers, there are three other teenage boys, one with a sh
The Xcom Files: The B TeamOp. Burning Stranger
Alien abductions reported in Zhengzhou, China. Strike team 'Bravo' (Unofficially dubbed 'B Team') deployed to intercept the attack, and recover potential alien artifacts.
Primary Objectives: Eliminate all hostiles in the area and minimize civilian casualties.
Secondary Objectives: Recover any artifacts that may be used in our own R&D unit, commonly found in the form of plasma weapon fragments, or foreign containers dubbed 'Meld Containers'.
x 1 Raven Troop Transport Pilot
x 1 Raven Troop Transport
x 4 Standard Assault Rifle (est. damage 3-4)
x 4 Standard Fragmentation Grenade (est. damage 3)
x 4 Standard Issue Handgun (est. damage 0-2)
x 4 Xcom operatives - code named Bravo Team (B Team)
Alan Douglas -- Squad Leader - Pvt
Cecil Mercier -- Pvt
Ryo Lee -- Pvt
Johan Halvorsen (successfully
Heart of the Jungle | Flash Fiction
As soon as he reached the river bank by foot, he immediately dived into the cool water and felt the freshness rush over his sensitive skin. The atmosphere was scorching with the sun's heat as the orange ball of light beamed brightly up in the heavens, allowing its radiant glow to glimmer along the surface of the river's water. The blonde boy swam across the bank within minutes, soon shaking off the dripping water from his body like as if he were a drenched dog. He was excited, energized, and content, that the sunshine followed his every move and shared its brightness with him.
Beginning to sprint along the many grains of sand with his bare feet, he still managed to run like a bat out of a cave. However, he soon chanced upon a lonesome chimpanzee and its presence caused him to halt his pace. He swooped down and handed the monkey a banana that he just so happened to be carrying with him, only to watch the chimpanzee scoot away with the fruit he gave. As he watched the chimp head elsewher
Beauty and the Beast || Beast!Eren x Reader [2/2]
(A/N: PLEASE READ!!!!! If you came from this fanfic (Click Here), then you are reading the right part. If you came from my unedited version of this story, please click on this link to read the revised and edited version before reading this part 2.
(A/N: I recommend listening to this song as you read the next two paragraphs) [Click Here: Beauty and the Beast: Something There]
"It's been a week since her arrival, your majesty." Bertolt spoke as he hopped over towards Eren. He lit the room in a bright and warming way. "Why don't you surprise her with something?"
"... I am not good wit
What If?I have a question what if:
A man in a box came?
An owl flew through the window?
Your name was the one drawn?
You heard the people sing?
A note book fell from the sky?
The fire nation attacked?
A Russian's scarf tried to kill you?
Hollows attacked your family?
You get decommissioned?
You had a paper with lipstick on it?
You got a new groove?
There was a chemical X?
Would you go on to be,
The hero of the story?
Who I amIf asked to tell,
Who I am, I'd say:
I'm a gamer,
Late nights online,
I'm a Role-player,
Always in character,
I'm a Otaku,
I'm an Animal lover,
Cats, dogs, even fish,
I'm a writer,
Ideas in my head,
I'm a cosplayer,
Good costumes my goal,
I'm a nobody,
Not that I care.
Fairy TaleSometimes what I wish,
Is that everyone's life,
Was like a fairy tale,
Kids are the royalty,
Doted on by everyone,
Hated by no one,
Teens are brave heroes,
Fighting for their beliefs,
Protecting the weak,
Adults are wise men,
Sharing their knowledge,
Helping the new,
Sadly, it's just a wish,
That'll never come true,
So long as we're imperfect.
From Jerry (A love poem)Dear Marie, my lovely wife.
I'm sorry he ended your life.
I love you dearly, I miss you so,
I miss you more than you'll ever know.
Tears of blood leak from my heart.
I never thought we'd be apart.
I remember when you held me tight.
Brought me peace every night.
You said we would be here forever.
Was that a lie? Did you mean never?
I'm on my bed, I'm all alone.
I have a chill along each bone.
You left me, why I don't know.
Why did you give up? Why did you let go?
Cancer had won, took another soul.
Slowly he's reaching his morbid goal.
He'll continue to take every single life.
Each kid, each husband, and each wife.
He took you away from me,
Now I live in misery.
But I love you, I miss you so.
I miss you more than you'll ever know.
And hour ago, I lost you Hun.
But this doesn't mean we should end our fun.
A fairy tale ending I promised you, true?
Do you remeber, Do you? Do you?
I lost you an hour ago my dearest wife.
I can no longer live this life.
I write this letter to let you know.
031My heart has always been spun from gossamer threads and
Your fingers were pinpricks in the seams.
You breathed smoke down my throat
But I filtered the toxins out of my lungs
One gasping breath at a time.
I was always one breath from my knees.
I RememberI Remember Him
I Remember Her
I Remember Love
I Remember Hate
I Remember Joy
I Remember Anguish
I Remember Happiness
I Remember Misery
I Remember Laughter
I Remember Tears
I Remember Contentment
I Remember Pain
I Remember Excitement
I Remember Dread
I Remember that day you got up and left.
I Remember those times we've said goodbye
I'll always remember one little thing
Above the old and above the new
I'll Always Remember You!
Dying From LoveDying From Love
His sweet words touched her heart
Now it is bleeding and torn apart
His gentle touch as he held her hand
Now it is empty as a barren land
His tender kiss across her lips
Ignited something deep within
Now they are parched and dry
Craving moisture that he would provide
He caressed her heart with his love
Now it is screaming from the pain
Dying slowly as she cries in the rain
The Final Act
The Final Act
♪Slide blades through my veins
Put a bullet through my head
Take pills to cure my pain
I will taste the depths of death♪
If you're reading this-
I can't say that I'm sorry
Too low have I fallen-
I gave into 'those' memories
I allowed this to happen-
Because I yearned to find peace
♪A hollow note left behind
The last embrace before the disgrace
A thousand cries rewritten a thousand times
I am the reaper of such fragile faith♪
You tried to help me cope / When I was at my very worst
But as soon as you left me alone / The emptiness became my curse
♪Slide blades through my veins
Put a bullet through my head
Take pills to cure my pain
I will taste the depths of death♪
You were my crutch-
As I walked on shadows
You were the dawn to my dusk-
Getting me through another tomorrow
But the burden was always unjust-
Silverlake and Berrybush railway history 2Part Two: The early years
In 1914, the Silverlake & Morrisville railway merged with the two other railroads on the island, the Berrybush & Raspal & the Harriston & Lawlylilly railway to form the Silverlake & Berrybush railway & they finally connected to the outside world by constructing a steel rolling lift bridge by Victustown to the boarder of the US cause WW1 broke out & it was the driving force of the merger & sir reginald thin hat was appointed as CEO and chairman of the railroad.
The newly formed railway began a complete renovating and upgrading of it infrastructures & loading gauge of height & width clearences of bridges, tunnels, & stations to make them wider & taller enough for the larger locomotives & rolling stock to move through them easily without causing any accidents & to accodimate larger locomotives & rolling to come over the years.
Their first new locomotive was a CN pacific from canada built in 1913 exclustivly as a prototype which was sold in 1915 along with a D
Silverlake and Berrybush railway history 1Prolouge
On a island known as berrybush island off the coast of maine, it was first discovered by expoditionists in 1507 in search of a remedy for medicine for England and was the sole place for harvesting the red berry by sea expodition until in 1630 it was imigrated by people from england, ireland & scotland in order to find the most ripe and lucious berries to hopes of finding a way to cure diseases and other remedies or recipes. Others were exiles who were sent to the island by the king and imigrants who left to find a better life from England & also those being welsh, dutch or german origin. The first town established was berrybush in the summer of 1630. The island was rich in resources and numerous farms and mills sprang up over time in the 1690s to the 1730s to make progress.
In the early part of the nineteenth century, railways revolutized progress. The first railway on the island, dating from 1806, was a horse-worked plateway. Packhorses were used to bring copper ore from a mi
Silverlake and Berrybush railway history 3Part Three: Changes and the future
In the 1950s, as steam was being phased out, the railroad went to purchase examples that were being scrap because they were desprate to update their fleet. The company's president went all over the nation to find locomotives that were either wrecked, damaged or on there way to be scrapped to the various railroads that were selling their steam power for scrap. Eventually the railroad file 2 lawsuits that followed.
The first was on the New York Central, cause as its steam fleet was being withdraw, the thin controller known as sir thin hatt, went to the NYC to get withdrawn examples for a branchline being reopened, the company president, Alfred Pearlman refused. The S&BRR sued the NYC for illmattered conduct. Mr pearlman tried to win the suit, but lost when he tried to ruin the railways reputation with his stock manipulation schemes. To make a long story short, the S&BRR won half a million dollars in damages, and as ordered by court, under the threat of
Silverlake and Berrybush railway history 4Part Four: Operations
The railway and it predecessors were always willing to improve operations and to try new ideas throughout its history and was one of the firsts to do so. Something either the railways never thought of or never willing to do.
It adapted both british and American standard practices for running the railway back when the s&m railway was the first railway on berrybush island with American rolling stock and british styled high leveled boarding and station platforms for easier loading of passengers and cargo and crossing gates protected by guards and having tracks fenced off and needing headlights and cowcatchers in case should animals stray onto the line and trainshed type stations with glassed arched roofs provided protection of the passengers from the elements. It had developed the idea of adding plush cushioning to the seats of its passenger cars back then before the Pullman cars were even made later on.
It was one of the first railroads to ever pioneered with the "p
The Last Nite Owl - Chapter: 12
Chapter: 12 Traitor
The Kom'rk ship fired two ion blasts at the smuggler transport. The blue beams of energy surged across the craft and cut all power aboard it. While Vala and Evrus prepped themselves for boarding, the pilot attached the ship to the disabled target. "Stand by for airlock synchronization," announced the pilot. A loud clang echoed throughout the ship. "Airlock secured. Good luck in there."
Vala cocked her pistol while Evrus took point. "Think they're fixing to fight?" he asked.
"Depends on what kind of cargo they've got and if it's worth dying over." Vala used her wrist-mounted fusion cutter to trace a circle through the smuggler's ship. Evrus readied a smoke grenade while she finished her incision. The sound of angry aliens seeped through the cracks in the ship's interior. "Looks like they're fixing to fight."
"Good," chuckled Evrus
8. Time to Keep“The Chronicles of Enishi”
Mellie looked down disdainfully at the old binder in her lap. The front flap was a Bleach calendar, crafted by her hand in an older version of Microsoft Publisher when she was 12. She couldn’t believe how much of an anime spazz she used to be. But that had nothing on the contents inside.
“Buuuuurn it,” whispered the inner critic in Mellie’s ear. “Buuuuurn it.”
She shooed Shimizu away as she took a steadying breath. It wasn’t that bad. Well, it wasn’t good but it wasn’t that bad.
“You’re lying to yourself,” the inner critic muttered like an evil gremlin.
She shushed him as she opened the binder. In between the off white outer cover was a good hundred notebook pages. Each page was covered from top to bottom in chicken scratch handwriting etched in pencil. A good deal most was rendered illegible by pencil smudges but even with years writ large on the fragile yellowing pages, she
You've Changed My Point of View - Song LyricsWas looking at a picture, but the image was unclear
It wasn't what I'd figured, wasn't quite what it appeared
I thought I understood, thought I knew just what was right
But you turned it upside down, and that was when I realized
All these shapes
All these colorfully bright hues
They served a purpose - perfectly, succinctly too
And with my second chance
I took a second glance
I'd seen it all before but now you've changed my point of view
wo-oh.. oh.. ohhhh.... oh oh oh
Now you've changed my point of view
So lost in chaos and the blinding darkened night
Found light and order as soon as you came to my side
A different way of looking at the same thing
Ya what you've shown me, it has changed my everything
And to think I might have never have walked
A mile in your shoes
I might never have considered
What it was like to be you
But now I've got a new perspective
And my sorrow's turned to joy!
Such pain I had, and yet
I've started to forget
What life was like, before you, boy oh boy!.. oh!
Doing Writing Comissions!Okay, so I've decided to do some writing comissions! This includes writing bios/stories for your characters, about their history, etc.
Here is an example of my writing:
So, here's the prices:
A few paragraphs - 10 Points
1 Google Doc Page - 20 points
2 Google Doc Pages - 30 Points
3 Google Doc Pages - 40 Points
Any number of pages above 3 pages will be 50 points at most! However if you require a ton of detail, it will be 70 points.
If you'd like to see more examples of my writing, here's a story I wrote for a friend's wolf character down below:
Everything was quiet, too quiet. In the forest of pitch black, an aphotic darkness surrounded a beam of light, which a series of shadows swarmed around, each one hinted with evil. But the light, the one little spec, held no evil, but rather the purest of hearts. The mere figure of the shadows themselves seemed to be trying to destroy the light, but the lig
Things left unsaid!
It's 3am, cold outside. I woke up from my sleep, saw you in my dreams again... why am i secretly falling apart? lying on my bed i thought. I wish i was courageous enough to tell you that i want you to hold me close, tell me how much you care. I miss your random texts telling me what do you want to do to me, that how you love my lumps i hate the most. I miss the way you used to call me beautiful, that i miss your calm and heavy breaths which melt my ears making me feel all those things you have on your mind...
how much i want to kiss your collar bones... want to hear your voice which sounds like a lullaby, whispering my name on purpose because you know i love when you call my name. Moaning randomly, always turning me on...
watch your angelic face while you're sleeping, such a peaceful sight. the unsaid things i can't say to you on your face, i miss saying them when you're sleeping.
idk if it's good or bad but you leave me speechless, your personality has that influence on me. half of th
Death Battle: Steven Universe vs. Star Butterfly 1(Death Battle Intro!)
Spike: Child warriors....................... It sounds stupid on it's own, but when you compare it to these's two, it's just epic
Tory: Star Butterfly, the Princess of Mewni!
Spike: And Steven Universe, the Son of the mighty Rose Quarts!
Tory: Since, we just wanna stick with their own fighting styles, we are only including their own weapons and Skills. Meaning for Steven No crystal Gems, Connie, or Lion to help him out....... And asked for Star, No Marco or Mewni people helping her!
Spike: I'm Spike the Dragon and he's Tory Green, It's out job to analyze their weapons armor and Skills to find out, who would win a Death Battle!
Tory: The Crystal gems, earths protectors and lead by a warrior........ Rose Quarts!
Spike: Or in terms you people would know, 4 Alien woman from a planet named homeworld, came to earth and started a Revolution against their people for wanting to destroy the
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