Long bloody war shall we fight in the strong airs of the sea, the land of the adventurous, of the power, of the virility!
Shall I bomb your nasty lack of courage with my love for the lady, thus you'll be left in the loser's side. Shall I forget the honour you stole her, shall I forget the hatred for the mundane flesh, whose soul sometimes likes to caress others than the prisioner of her heart.
No, it's not jealousy, it's the will to fight the enemy and to earn the crown. Everybody settles for the master, for the strenght, for the wisdom, though shall it not be enough to contain the weakness of the skin.
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