"Man may disappear; man will disappear, but The Land will always be here. We are the Guardians of The Land: This is our belief."
— Weteni Mitai-Ngatai
Mystical Māori
Make the Wedding Banquet
Tremble-clef.
Posture dance as hardcore as Yu can.
Inn deed, we preserve long life.
We Khan shorten lives.
We choose revival.
Shanghailander Quarter is mine.
Lumpia Shanghaifa is mine.
Shalombak-L'Haim is mine.
Thai-Mariachi is mine.
Chai Ice-T is mine.
Mabuhay is mine.
Bahai is mine.
Haiti is mine.
Hai is mine.
Hi: mine.
Knot theirs.
Hours.
I will be what I will be is so Alive
It's scary-Sunni
Purchased.
She'Chinatown permits Ye-Shiva and Kali-Gente
Foreclosure destruction of ego and the Eval inclination.
Anghel no means not just Never Again
But also Never Look Behind:
The envious eye cannot penetrate our Spacific Seoulfire.
The covetous eye cannot penetrate our Sunflower
For Suu.
Avengers of Elián Blood
Scream from desecrated Hāngi
Graves.
White-Noise quizine is Yours to recompense
Upon the headless children of the Wicked
Superpowerless Wild Mildew Wilderness.
I am reborn of set-apart Tribal Headhunters
Whose Junglist legacy shine on
Palm Treehouse crowns
Like yellow Punky Brewster
Wrappers.
Try and keep abreast.
Don't try your Beastie Windmills.
Grow with our overflow.
Hold fast your Serpentine Poi-Rods!
Toward the Rising of the Tsunami of Mercy's
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