.... And soon his fame spread, they all knew he was to blame
The smell of blood was fresh, so Descarte left this place
[Descarte:]
"My plan has come undone and pain didn't cure their mind
They are effigies of men, they never dreamt, they never wondered"
"Without respite .
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