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Black steeds reveal their charged breath with splendid revelry o'er the piedmont valley .. Green , gray facades sweep across a volley of cannon and tooled steel reflections as Plough hand , Artist and neighbor stand garrisoned before their final hours .. Morning skies are a terrific blue in springs first fleeting gasp .. Is Barabbas among these warriors ? If so , let him stand forward !
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Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 8:24 PM UTC
Kennesaw Mountain
Black steeds reveal their charged breath with splendid revelry o'er the piedmont valley .. Green , gray facades sweep across a volley of cannon and tooled steel reflections as Plough hand , Artist and neighbor stand garrisoned before their final hours .. Morning skies are a terrific blue in springs first fleeting gasp .. Is Barabbas among these warriors ? If so , let him stand forward !
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