| |  The devil himself with great magnificence came upon me and spake with fork tongue.
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 | |  "I bring for you a mighty pact!" spake the dark lord, "In swap of soul you shalt receive, a feast of minute equine beast."
 "No nonny no!" I didst riposte, "For soul of mine, I shall recieve, these two items I do believe."
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 | |  "Skill to punkst artisans of glamour, sweet fornication of damsel Moore."
 With fiery stare from hells deepest pit, the devil didst bellow,
 "SO SHALT BE IT"
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