
The cores fell between the entry and were carried and spread on earth,
The map of the place not exempt from its design,
Woven from the south and the north ,
You see the den of the Aram in its sides and its bottoms fatal,
It is as if it were peppercorns, as if I were the morning after the battle,
Indeed, there may be a good day for you among them fightin,
Especially the day I barred my mount for the virgins,
What a wonder at its endurance .The virgins throwing at her flesh and fat ,
On the day I entered the chambers of secrets the field was still flat




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Oooo, the chamber of secrets hehehehe. Loved your poem!