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The Haunting Breezes

Whirl our way, dearest deceaser!
This is your time and ours to fly!
The time to fly nears,
The deceased thrown in fears,
While the living await death!
 
Blow your shadow shark-like fangs!
Spin to win, Lose your speed!
Come, faster than your limit!
It’s fastest now, innit?
I await me testing, come forth!
 
Punch me and kick all you want!
When I reach your dead eyes
I’ll know I’ve beaten your death!

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