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๐Ÿ…ธ๐Ÿ†‚๐Ÿ…ป๐Ÿ…ฐ๐Ÿ…ฝ๐Ÿ…ณ By ๐š‚๐š’๐š› ๐“Ÿ๐“ป๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฌ๐“ฎ ๐“ž๐“ณ๐“ธ๐“ด๐“ช We had to pass where no humanโ€ฆ

๐Ÿ…ธ๐Ÿ†‚๐Ÿ…ป๐Ÿ…ฐ๐Ÿ…ฝ๐Ÿ…ณ
By ๐š‚๐š’๐š› ๐“Ÿ๐“ป๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฌ๐“ฎ ๐“ž๐“ณ๐“ธ๐“ด๐“ช

We had to pass where no human being should venture,
It was the road to Panama that leads to Vahala,
The management of our Islands,
๐šƒ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐šž๐š•๐š• ๐š–๐š˜๐š˜๐š—.

Is like a commercial tomb,
Closed with the key of death to all Ojahs,
Except a favored few.
It was a bloody encounter;
Before the mother earth was stabbed.