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The nekyia performed by the Oriole in light of his family.

The king knows the way around his coliseum

But it’s his newborn babe that pushes him away

To his gated neighborhood.

No hand of wisdom could break such

Frantic doodles

His past his only renewal.

He will leave the eyes of love and fate upon his catacomb

And a shattered home his eternal throne.

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