Do not strive to understand the witch.
Do not strive to understand the witch.
One by one the pieces fit the puzzle of paradoxes
muddled by the foxes inching to fklocalypse
The numbers count of twice its arms
Circle rounded til thrice wont harm
Day by day the gears will turn grinding space and time
Finding ways in kind to tear apart the years
When the song is sung again
FKL will never end
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