This is the first of seven
But who knows at the end there may be eleven
And we may all be heaven
Eating bread that is unleaven
Ok this isnt from me some guy named devon
What u need to do is make some wildabeasts
that give away exotic meats
to there slayer
and the a mayor
of the lands that is eternal
and not the kernal
List to my words
Like i was sheep hearder
They come from not me but up high
If you dont listen you may die
I do not tell lies
Or eat McCdonalds fry
I do like some bread of the rye
I never meat a russian spy
And my favorite is of thy dye
its time for this to end
my freinds
and here my words and heed
as i take the lead
not out greed
but your need
and not a need for speed
Im not kayano reeves
Ive finesed the beging of what i set out to acheive
To revoulutionize pvp
Be ready for next
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