| Emperor Nemo looks out, through the huge panoramawindow, at the Eidolon skyline.
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| Vast metal structures looms as long as the eye can see.
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| At this hour the flashing neon signs can clearly bee seen,
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| and a few repulsorlift crafts scurries about.
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| In the horizon Eidolons large spaceport rise like a monster made of metal and
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| concrete.
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| The huge man frown, as he pace the room, occasionally looking out the window.
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| His power is immense, yet incomplete.
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| All around
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| This power town
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| I can feel
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| The surging wind
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| Deafening
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| The silent rain
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| Beating down
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| The weakened weeds
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| Sickening
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| Their helpless moans
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| Trapped within
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| Their weakened wills
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| Delusions of grandure
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| Delusions of grandure
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| All around
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| This power town
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| I can see
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| The empires' clasp
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| Smothering
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| The people’s revolt
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| Neverending
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| The emperors' grasp
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| Delusions of grandure
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| Delusions of grandure
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| Delusions of grandure
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| Delusions of grandure |