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Obelisk of black, shades in all directions; death's become a knack, creatures void affection. Blood is all about, with battle raging on; soldiers absent doubt, will never be withdrawn. Glory still fleeting, tales were never told; pointlessly repeating the wars of new and old.
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Dec 3, 2010
Dec 3, 2010 at 7:46 PM UTC
The Battlefield of Blind Courage
Obelisk of black, shades in all directions; death's become a knack, creatures void affection. Blood is all about, with battle raging on; soldiers absent doubt, will never be withdrawn. Glory still fleeting, tales were never told; pointlessly repeating the wars of new and old.
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Dec 3, 2010
Dec 3, 2010 at 7:46 PM UTC
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