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Place: this is where the giants roam and their horses stand so tall.
And their fists engaged, and fingers bent back to the palm, except one.
And you ain't seen nothing yet.
All my judges burn, from their gunshot eyes.
A direct line that travels at the speed of light into my heart, into my mind.
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