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The sun glimpses through the trees. Casting a shimmering light onto a dust covered world. You can taste it in the air. War is coming. But, is it enough to breathe life into a race full of martyrs? Probably not. Only to those who see through divine eyes know the end is near. By the hands of man, not God, the walls of the world will crumble like Jericho.
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Sep 13, 2016
Sep 13, 2016 at 11:44 AM UTC
Jericho
The sun glimpses through the trees. Casting a shimmering light onto a dust covered world. You can taste it in the air. War is coming. But, is it enough to breathe life into a race full of martyrs? Probably not. Only to those who see through divine eyes know the end is near. By the hands of man, not God, the walls of the world will crumble like Jericho.
haeneh
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Sep 13, 2016
Sep 13, 2016 at 11:44 AM UTC
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