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king of worms
caller of the crystalstorms
shadowfaced armourer
father of mine
forging trumpets to lances
yet spears to horns...
stormchild !
eat my fevermind !!
speeding through a bloodwrathsky
with the stormchild aside
conquering obsidian nights
with the stormchild aside
liquid galaxies
and shattered suns i breathe
with marblethroat and firelungs
as a chronicler of the equinox
yet, when the armourer sapke to me
"it is my steelclwas that you breathe!"
a million painbrideblades rose
to be the stormchild's meadowsweet
so the furyhorde quenches its thirst with chaosthorns
with whirlwindwords from tempesttongues born
stormchild !
eat my fevermind !
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