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Прочтите, сделайте доброе дело!

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Дамы и господа! Прошу вашего внимания!
Вот по этой ссылке находится мой оригинальный саундтрек к Берсерку. Будут какие-либо мнения, пожелания и т.п. - делитесь!!!
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Настроение сейчас - Креатифф без гетарко)))

Чуваки, т.е. дамы и господа! Я тока с нее. С этого аццкого мероприятия. Ну что, гопсодамочки (не опечатка!) могу вам сказать? А то, что к подобным мероприятиям у меня НИКОГДА не выработается однозначного отношения. Покуда такой дикий "креатифф" правит наш с вами бал.
С чего начать истязание виртуальной бумаги? А вот с чего. С начала.
Вам кого надо, субъективно иле объективно? Давайте начнем и не кончим с моей личной ужасной (как всегда) точге сренийо. Естественно, №1 - аццкая толпа анимешнегов на входе в экшенплейс. Кто заботиццо о беледах зоранее? Не буду увлекаться "падонкафсгем йазыгом", но такой нехилой толпы я мало видел. А вроде официальное мероприятийэ! Да фигня, мы с вами человеки привычныйэ. Мы-то все сделали заблаговременно. Чё париццо?
Хорошо: дуплетег №2 как всегда ужоснахскаго звуко и мегаотличного вступления "Передаст Кисс" (Paradise Kiss), который облажалсо с музыкой прямо сразу 2(!!!) раза! Сам по себе сюжет отличен. Это как надо умудриться, господа, работающие над подачей и сведением трека, света, дыма!...! Это "в Московии аццкей отжэг"? Не мне говорить о психологической сложности работы с аццкеми анимешнегами, вы меня понимаете: "Да-да, сделаю" + "Нихааачю, нииибууду", как всегда, рулят. МегарулеZZZZZ. Но. Это вам @#$^ь СТОЛИЦА иле где?
И тут Остап на всякий just in case оговариваеццо.
На здоВорье, можете матюкаццо на меня и говорить "Орочи @#$ак". На здоВорье. Но. Блин, так дела НЕ делаются.
Оговорилсо? Отлично. Продол(а)жаем разговор.
№3 - почему зрителю надо ждать? 10 или больше минут? Пока образуется декорация? А потому что "Да-да, сделаю" + "Нихааачю, нииибууду", как всегда, рулят. Я повторился? Но это жэ правда!
Господа, если бы не отличные выступления косплееров, караокеров и прочих океров, а именно господ из Икса, Девил Мэй Края, Нарутовцев и мноогих-мноогих других чуваков, если бы не отличные кировские Усаги, Уорсир, Грэйчертц, отличные Данты и Вёрджил, отличный Саша Ран (спасибо за кристалл!!!8-*) отличные Камуи и Камуи с нереальными крылушками метра по 3-4, с которыми я отлично общалсо, то я бы мог заметить работу токо выступающих. Господ организаторов не особо парит, кто, где и как. Им лишь бы было. Абы как и абы где. "Круто шо хоть ТАК слажали, а не больше" - вот он, мегаподход. То это не включиццо, то еще шо-то. "Серьезное мероприятие..."
Чуваки, содержание было мегасупер! По сравнению с работой господ организаторов. Но... При всем при том... Так его безбожно растянуть!..
Кароче, про ОТЛИЧНУЮ ПИТЕРСКУЮ ГРУППУ, с выступления которой НАГЛО свалило 80% аудитории (тупо от УСТАЛОСТИ!!!), за исключением вашего покорного слуги, свалившего позже, я вопще малчу. А что мне сказать? Это были ОДИН В ОДИН ДИРЫ! Чувак пел один в один как Кё (накрайняк, его специфический гроулинг-скрим получалсо мегаотлично!!!)Для кого они @#$%ь играли? Охота им было хрей знает куда переццо ради такого отношения? Блин, анимешнеги, неужто у вас никакого уважения к работе других? Дажэ я виню тех, кто тянул время БОЛЬШЕ. Начальство, производящее впечатление лажовых импровизаторов в последний момент. Как музыкант, я подтверждаю существование таких людей повсеместно, больно термин хорош. Я сам долго с этим боролся.
ПОЧЕМУ БЫ НЕ УПОРЯДОЧИТЬ ХАОС?
И все же.
Вы сами-то работать умеете, г-да? Я не хочу спама, это просто мое маленькое пожелание: ПРИОБРЕТИТЕ УВАЖЕНИЕ К РАБОТЕ ДРУГИХ, и сами не забывайте РАБОТАТЬ!
Возможно, это чистый хаос, что я пишу. Я мертвецки устал, а до поезда еще 6 часов. Торчка. Юкико-тян где-то писала что-то подобное: "Почему бы вам не научиться ответственности, анимешники?"

А все, дорогие, оттого, что мы инфантильны, наивны и ленивы. Мы - "блондинки" до мозга костей. Мы живем в мире, слабо напоминающем реальный. Наши идеалы - горстка выпотрошенных на предмет смысла псевдовыпендриваний. У нас свой мир, свои порядки, своя сцена. И все это НЕНАСТОЯЩЕЕ. Это если объективно.

The Time of Eternity

Yon sun shineth
And sheath mine
Holds no hope,
Eyes to ope…
Silver but tears –
They are now stones o’time…

Every moment I doe see is suffocating crystal fear
Of making truth be so clear…


Next:


The Minstrel

The rulers of ours they curse all beyond measure…
We have been controll’d by their enchanted tongues.
Poets who but live in eternal deep worlds,
Those save our souls with their e’ercrying songs.

Thou shalt not suffer me to make this guy dreaming,
‘cause dreamers, you say, fake lives with their words.
You can be so cruel, you fierce raging mob.
All force you have lost, you aren’t our lords…

Although I say that, I am but a dreamer,
You’re now telling me that I conquer your souls.
You say that poets have no sense of life,
But can’t you tell me why d’ye take heed of my calls?

Enjoy the song, hear what the minstrel is saying,
Come just, you remember the truth and it’s sense…
It says that rhythm is not word-enfaying…
If they aren’t fulfill’d with poet’s soul-expense.


Next:



The Heinous One


The heinous one atrocities did bring,
Turning into a scorp of toxic sting…
He swallowed love and feelings of the heart
And slaughtered mind, outripping it apart…
His name is Madness ours, ambition overcast…
“Know balance thine!” – sharp cuts the word of last…


Next:

The Flamboyant Burning Heart Seed

Slowly they crawl.
Empty – their souls.
Vicious – their dreams.

“We all are about to die
Struggling in the deadforest’s thick!”

Burning his heart’s.
Brighter than sun.
He leads them through death.
Decay is around.
Rotten disease…
But his heart it still burns…

Led them to live
But died before the vision’s end.
The ashes of heart
Now lie trampled underfoot…
For what?


Next:

Foewards the blade is always moving, slash!
The head of no thought hit’th the ground silent.
Both they are foes not, butenemous ash
Of soul-defiler’s soul is cerement
To cover, slasher, thee with dusty blood,
Blunting the edge thy sword’s to watch thou diest…
Foeness unholy be the brutal god;
Yet striketh but missing opponent the geist…
The sower seedish shall create the rage.
Thou wilt see that spirit is in-flames-dead.
He’s hunting thee, pretend’th to be the cage
Thy spector for – ‘tis vengeance, evil, mad.
O, warrior! Dare not just to forget
That foe thine slain is ready thee to get!


Next:

Too sharp words thine stab’th daggered in my back.
This virtueless and vicious traitor’s stab.
No Me thou see’st in bosom thine but lack
Of love; and hate it truly smash’th with club.
For wheresoever am I, I’m betrayed
‘cause thou mayst see naivety seem’th mine.
Forth broken, spoken I cannot be played…
Too stubborn thou art, keep’st thy evil dyne.
Thy mirror told thee lies about my self…
Thou looked too deep to see my shade in there.
Lo and behold! The evil naked elf
Is thou: the cruelty stroketh thee back so fair!
Betrayal maith strike you with fire back:
The self attacking is to self-attack!


Next:

Now thus, we gathered ashes into flames
And universe turn’th creatures to machines.
Thou penetratest minds, canst kill the aims
Of the construction; still we drown in sins
Of fathers ours; pretend’st to be undone.
Thy thinnest self show’th me thou art a god.
Thou wilt make my soul bleed, I’m not thy son.
I’m theomach to nip thee in the bud.
But cradle is now rocked by sweet hands thine.
Thou, as He saith, be guardian the fool.
Fare thee well, I’ll defeat thee in mind mine:
Thy aegis suffocateth neck mine cruel…
Thou mayst leave the dictate, but no more pain
Caused by the universe that gone insane!



Next:

Silverhair’s Ascendance

Truth, you don’t exist…
Lie, why do you persist?
This our thane…
Does he ever get the blame?
(For our bloody rain…)

Years, where do you go?
Tears fall running slow…
We’re enchained.
In lifegame none of us shall remain.
Anyway, we praise the one who is up to stay!
You Foebane!
Hawk, lord and thane.

Victories and tragedies
Come hand in hand –
And we’re reaching the end…

Woe endarks
Our noble lark…
-Torment and Shame-
For he has lost his aim…

Speechless, there he sits still
Reflecting upon the top of the hill…
No tongue of ill.
No riot will.

And the amulet
He once had
Has him
To enmad…

Dark clouds surround us…
Befogging sight…
We wanted freedom,
Glory and might.
Our poor band
Has nothing left in hand…
Yonder come those GODHAND…
Herenow we face our fatal end…
How sad…


Next:



Sign of Sun



I dream astand on top of mountain high
And wind doth comb my hair and touch my eye…
As I raise head to lapis firmament
“Welcome” I daresee the almighty brand
That doth tell me, poet, that it’s keeping lives
Of ones who slumber in this unseen paradise…
I feel the souls of many, many ones
Who is enshined – be ye, Sun’s sons…
Another’s brother, I doe guess, is me…
The spirit’s might hath made the Unity
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The Time of Eternity

Yon sun shineth
And sheath mine
Holds no hope,
Eyes to ope…
Silver but tears –
They are now stones o’time…

Every moment I doe see is suffocating crystal fear
Of making truth be so clear…


Next:


The Minstrel

The rulers of ours they curse all beyond measure…
We have been controll’d by their enchanted tongues.
Poets who but live in eternal deep worlds,
Those save our souls with their e’ercrying songs.

Thou shalt not suffer me to make this guy dreaming,
‘cause dreamers, you say, fake lives with their words.
You can be so cruel, you fierce raging mob.
All force you have lost, you aren’t our lords…

Although I say that, I am but a dreamer,
You’re now telling me that I conquer your souls.
You say that poets have no sense of life,
But can’t you tell me why d’ye take heed of my calls?

Enjoy the song, hear what the minstrel is saying,
Come just, you remember the truth and it’s sense…
It says that rhythm is not word-enfaying…
If they aren’t fulfill’d with poet’s soul-expense.


Next:



The Heinous One


The heinous one atrocities did bring,
Turning into a scorp of toxic sting…
He swallowed love and feelings of the heart
And slaughtered mind, outripping it apart…
His name is Madness ours, ambition overcast…
“Know balance thine!” – sharp cuts the word of last…


Next:

The Flamboyant Burning Heart Seed

Slowly they crawl.
Empty – their souls.
Vicious – their dreams.

“We all are about to die
Struggling in the deadforest’s thick!”

Burning his heart’s.
Brighter than sun.
He leads them through death.
Decay is around.
Rotten disease…
But his heart it still burns…

Led them to live
But died before the vision’s end.
The ashes of heart
Now lie trampled underfoot…
For what?


Next:

Foewards the blade is always moving, slash!
The head of no thought hit’th the ground silent.
Both they are foes not, butenemous ash
Of soul-defiler’s soul is cerement
To cover, slasher, thee with dusty blood,
Blunting the edge thy sword’s to watch thou diest…
Foeness unholy be the brutal god;
Yet striketh but missing opponent the geist…
The sower seedish shall create the rage.
Thou wilt see that spirit is in-flames-dead.
He’s hunting thee, pretend’th to be the cage
Thy spector for – ‘tis vengeance, evil, mad.
O, warrior! Dare not just to forget
That foe thine slain is ready thee to get!


Next:

Too sharp words thine stab’th daggered in my back.
This virtueless and vicious traitor’s stab.
No Me thou see’st in bosom thine but lack
Of love; and hate it truly smash’th with club.
For wheresoever am I, I’m betrayed
‘cause thou mayst see naivety seem’th mine.
Forth broken, spoken I cannot be played…
Too stubborn thou art, keep’st thy evil dyne.
Thy mirror told thee lies about my self…
Thou looked too deep to see my shade in there.
Lo and behold! The evil naked elf
Is thou: the cruelty stroketh thee back so fair!
Betrayal maith strike you with fire back:
The self attacking is to self-attack!


Next:

Now thus, we gathered ashes into flames
And universe turn’th creatures to machines.
Thou penetratest minds, canst kill the aims
Of the construction; still we drown in sins
Of fathers ours; pretend’st to be undone.
Thy thinnest self show’th me thou art a god.
Thou wilt make my soul bleed, I’m not thy son.
I’m theomach to nip thee in the bud.
But cradle is now rocked by sweet hands thine.
Thou, as He saith, be guardian the fool.
Fare thee well, I’ll defeat thee in mind mine:
Thy aegis suffocateth neck mine cruel…
Thou mayst leave the dictate, but no more pain
Caused by the universe that gone insane!



Next:

Silverhair’s Ascendance

Truth, you don’t exist…
Lie, why do you persist?
This our thane…
Does he ever get the blame?
(For our bloody rain…)

Years, where do you go?
Tears fall running slow…
We’re enchained.
In lifegame none of us shall remain.
Anyway, we praise the one who is up to stay!
You Foebane!
Hawk, lord and thane.

Victories and tragedies
Come hand in hand –
And we’re reaching the end…

Woe endarks
Our noble lark…
-Torment and Shame-
For he has lost his aim…

Speechless, there he sits still
Reflecting upon the top of the hill…
No tongue of ill.
No riot will.

And the amulet
He once had
Has him
To enmad…

Dark clouds surround us…
Befogging sight…
We wanted freedom,
Glory and might.
Our poor band
Has nothing left in hand…
Yonder come those GODHAND…
Herenow we face our fatal end…
How sad…


Next:



Sign of Sun



I dream astand on top of mountain high
And wind doth comb my hair and touch my eye…
As I raise head to lapis firmament
“Welcome” I daresee the almighty brand
That doth tell me, poet, that it’s keeping lives
Of ones who slumber in this unseen paradise…
I feel the souls of many, many ones
Who is enshined – be ye, Sun’s sons…
Another’s brother, I doe guess, is me…
The spirit’s might hath made the Unity
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Sharp-toothed Time

I, the servitor of time,
Look through the eyes covered with
Utter rime,
Sneeing and snicking in these
Tales of mine…

Sharp-toothed Time

I build my realm by myself.
Here I’m the gnome and I’m the elf
Still waging wars with my self…

Sharp-toothed Time

Pain will flow
Throughout the years…
People are all guilty gears,
Weapons of ourselves.
Self-destruction stealth.

Sharp-toothed Time

Aeons chew us everyday.
We are lying in decay,
But are we too sane?
Hate is in our brains
And it slays us all in vain…

It’s your fault,
Sharp-toothed Time


NEXT:

Realm of the World

As river flows, the sun bestows
Its shiny hand like white it glows,
Caressing the entire world with single touch…
Ye Gods! I like this world that much
That I’m about to live it high
And grant my force to ones who try
To seal all evil in the people’s hearts,
Disaim the sword,
The spears,
The darts…
For nothing dangers bring hereinto but despair –
So oust them all with noble sight and soul of fair…


NEXT:


Pale Rose Knights

Sooth to say, I have no feeling
About to be failing.
Yon thee come, avoid the kneeling
Which grant’th thee thy ailing.

Vanity, thou art not for most …
Arrogance, thou art not utmost…
Magick, drag thee forth the Braves!
We are not insolent knaves!

Against the destruction we are one.
Many we are for our foes.
All evil we fight, never run.
We’re the Knights of the Pale Rose.

Compliments for our steel, for our skill.
Praise us but tell us no lies.
For the land we do bloodspill.
Bless thee God straight from the skies.

Against those in Scarlet we’re waging the War.
Praise our escutcheon souls.
‘tis our true, the spirits of sore
They make us play our roles…


Nya.
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Nox of Northers


Endless NIGHT without a dawn…
Nox is all around this land.
Fire died for good AEON,
…but the dark she'll stand.

Misty ravines, now hidden under the ice…
Will you ever be, Sunrise?
Thus far we come for loves to splice.
That praises up the skies…

"Through my beaver of frore
I see the girl which trampled my ices before.
Will hers is so strong
That she stays unafraid rimelands among."

See Northern Lights instead Sun or Moon.
Aurora Polaris, thou bringest the new ices soon.
Seven human's tears they have carried typhoon.
Light of emotion is written in the rune…

The heart of lifeless runs still alive…
Though enchained by gyve…

Masterpiece of eternity
Snick us and snee
Our Heat is the Key
To run free!

Hands roll dice
Hearts melt ice

NEXT:


Lightswift Days


Afore the nightfall welkin fulminates.
The sortilege of nature lay'th thee down.
And see'st thou not the flame nor shades,
Those which come but to pilfer gown.

The sun's to flare, tho' it is to downsink
Under horizon's deepest lonely grounds.
When thou shalt see the vermilion tinct
Enfeather'd cloudy, Sol's to lose its downs.

Thou feel'st the windy lonesome breeze
Remembering the old days that're in past
And sigh'st thou; 'cause thy days won't freeze.
They shall run 'way and time it comes so fast.

Cognize, we are all dust in gust of wind.
We struggle more and youth's fay dies in us.
Superlunary well-hid, or blind, or unkind -
Time chew'th all the kismets and fates, thus,

When practice we in holies, lecheries,
Everything's vain, thou see'st, just realize:
The human is unopened mystery
And 'tis that cruel, brute but deeply wise…

Time wastes our bleak, yet livid, looks.
In spite of everything time's but a waste.
In anguish we both cry, though as the crux
We understand that fatal end'll be faced…

That makes me feel like lee from time be ours,
Like disappear in moment to appear…
Forever be entwined meek souls of ours
And let be in yon hearts no ugly fear.

Well-nigh perpetual, fay in thy eyes
Betides me fully; I smile and breathe afree
Since future tells us no felonish lies
In each way freed, both we will run, break free.

Darksilver be the wings of Luna mine,
Enflamed by grace - these eyes become thine,
And so, thou run'st westwards, becoming fire
And I float higher with my lunar lyre…

To pitch-black sky whence freedom gets no cost -
Mock slayer-time, both we shall be utmost!


NEXT:

Light is bright; fights my sight.
Struggle eats my very might.
When I'm staring at the sun
Tears from eyes they fall arun…
Why must be this world that cruel?
Fool! For him 'tis cruel who's fool!
Why? Because ambitions fall
Of self-cheating; lies in all…
Do not let those deceive thee!
Just be just and proud be!
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Ink That Speaks Fire


Blacken the blank fields
With thoughts of thine.
Cracken the soulshields
With rhyme of fire.
Utter no words of human’s design
Though cut the cords
To bring down the liar…

I am a poet.
Maybe they think I’m a jester…
They don’t realize:
I am but a man
And noone knows who I am.

Next:
Grim Ace

Echoes laughing
Come at me!
I’m alone, cannot you see?
In the dim room of my mind,
Chamber black of eyeless blind…

Cecite knave,
Left alone in the cruelest rave…
Love forlorn,
Feeling only utter scorn…

This is the time
And that’s the place.
Wipe out my race
And hear my rhyme.

There’s no disgrace
But fear of fall.
I’ll take my toll.
My name is Ace.

I’m the grim Ace…
What I do is grieving…
Sad, the flowers are leaving
When they try to gaze

At my forehead symbols
Of the true abysmal…
“Front et Baiser”-spirit,
I’m longing to hear it.

Ye sands of time!
I’m not sublime!
Tell me, am I yours to grind?

When my lore is left lorn
Tell me, will you adorn
My soul left at the gates of the dawn?

Levins fall; raindrops roll
Down my eyes; comes rattling call;
Fairies crawl hiding from the toll…
At the end I shall recall it all…

Next:

Kismet in the Wind

We are nothing more
Than blades o’grass
In the gust o’the wind o’sore.
It is written our foreheads upon
That we’ll struggle forevermore…

Into the dungeons we hide our talents, our dreams,
Obeying the so-called destiny’s little schemes…
The fate’s like a snail
And it crawls its tail to prevail…

Our souls are light
But eyes are dim…
We dare not say to ourselves…
As no-wit machines we vim.

One wanted truth.
I cannot tell for sure,
Though I say forsooth…

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You know, guys, I've decided to publish my poetry in here. Don't you mind? Oh, you don't? Then, It runs as follows…
By the way, every day I'll post something new of mine… But WARRRRNING ^_^: all the stuff is copyrighted, so don't you DARE even to TRY to steal something from here, gotcha? :-P

Дорогие друзья!
Я решил начать публиковать свои стихотворения на английском… Вы же не против, правда? Вот это будут позапрошлогодние… Я буду кидать по 3 стихотворения в день. Кто хочет, пусть пишет свои отзывы - критика это тоже популярность))))… И не вздумайте стырить, а то мой братец Копирайт вас жёстко покарает…

Chains and Cords

Chains and cords, they are around.
Sparkling water's deep, cold sound…
Locked in a chamber fill'd with walls…
'tseems, I'll never be found…

The cage she hath made for me
's not that barely dry to be…
In screaming silence be my voice,
I pray thee…

How to flee from this nightmare?
Might of sacramental lair?
For good I'm trapped,
This isn't fair…


Next:

Chaotic Spirit

Didst thou meet evil fiend that lives in mob?
The devil without brain, amucky head…
For warrants aren't alike, craze is his job.
Dare! Burn this mad dare-devil into dead!
They scream and dash, anew they cry and yell.
For thee it is insane, so I doe say
"Fare thee not well", to ones who invites hell.
'tis a shame, running ditto-headed fay.
Rage swallows people before their minds die.
Do not stop mob, you better search for "I".


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"Revere! Revere thyself for being proud!
Severe. Thou art outscreaming so loud!
Enslave! Ambitions truly make thee fight!
Enrave with thoughts thy weakening sight!"

Thou wilt betray
Thou shalt betray
Remember, words are mine to say

Ambitions high, ehrgeiz come forth!
Never to estimate the loveword's worth.
'tis the foulest heresy -
To live in this world and love not to see…

Thou wilt betray
Thou shalt betray
Remember, words are mine to say

"Resent! Thou chose the left-hand path…
Cheatlie! This is unsimple math!
Step forth, thee child, begotten wild!
Thy thought is keen, but so unmild…"

Embody darkworld's fate and grieve
For this blackness thou canst not leave…
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Where is no knowledge
There is no power
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Мы не поехали на экшен в Москве благодаря одному гаду. А в остальном, все ок.(((

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Down, up, down, up...
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Yesterday I had a good walk at 5.30 in the morning... It was so nice thaow I'm inspired on many great deeds.))) Hope you too)))
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I havn't been here for ages...
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!!!
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You need to work more to work even more!!!
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Satan...)))
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Hard rock!!!
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Action.
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Heavy Metal!!!)))
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