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The scarecrow, guts strewn across a rotted kingdom, a rusted relic of a dying land watching the seasons forget the fields, watching the roots of faith become the dust Burlap martyr; Set to warrant, left to waste
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Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 11:43 AM UTC
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The scarecrow, guts strewn across a rotted kingdom, a rusted relic of a dying land watching the seasons forget the fields, watching the roots of faith become the dust Burlap martyr; Set to warrant, left to waste
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Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 11:43 AM UTC
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