Hold your head up high: be ready for jealous slights. For sweet little ladies winning thru subtle spiritual power are gone, replaced by big harridans. Talking to them you feel ripped apart. They start out sweet then the evil starts. They get restless when things are harmonious and go on the attack: every man knows this. There's no guards on their mind: outa nowhere they pick fights and here we go again, cycles of fright. Cover design by Blaze Goldburst
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