There is this place that shines like a star!
Across the barren desert!
It has a glow of gold!
And we were warned, to flee from it's being.
Of this story being told!
The wons who formed it were ancients.
Hearts blazen with the sword.
Of power, powdered faces.
Of the pale and of the grave.
Their bounty was daily challenged.
By those who owned it's prowl.
The guise-ing that made them scrupulous.
Of the worst horrible beings on earth!
Their honor was diluted.
To it's network of bargains buy far.
Like the owners of the Lusitania.
How they raved against the star.
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