If feeder is home
Feeder has not fed me, yet
Feeder must feed me
Empire ends with Rome
Empire sets the world on fire
Devil-may-care, bet
Empire shapes glory
Remind me to wake Feeder
Is as I desire
Shapes glorify sense
Hold me back, where is my food
Old dogs, pure nonsense
Murder is my mood
Empire kills Vader
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