In the name
of Oz
I put
windows to watch
in front of
my gates
To send the
colors
of humans’
taste
I keep
myself inside
my father’s
great
Letting me
decide
For your
souls
which will
protect my race
To create
the Mother of first
For the
meaning,
of this
living flesh
So rest creatures
will keep
smelling the game
It is you
that you are not safe
cause
creatures are here to play.
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