Go on!
Bring along your son, and your daughter!
Bring along your whole fancy tribe in their best laughter!
Bring along your weapons and your finest caliber!
And you may stay, and inhabit the darkest and the deepest tunnel in between these poorly built towers.
As for your future, don't you dare, and blame other soul's power.
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