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There hangs a stark sky Over the barren, wasted land. A clan, full of promise and pride Resides amongst a leader's command. Brazen in Ice and Fire In the freeze of Neptune. Expansion, its only desire And prophecies will illume. A family of Flesh and Blood The latter of in dire reception. Through the coarse veins of crud Lies a crude, vile sort of infection. Stagnant of irrigation Devoid of wildebeest hunt. Resorted to methods of Thracians And engulfed those without common front.
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Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 12:39 AM UTC
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There hangs a stark sky Over the barren, wasted land. A clan, full of promise and pride Resides amongst a leader's command. Brazen in Ice and Fire In the freeze of Neptune. Expansion, its only desire And prophecies will illume. A family of Flesh and Blood The latter of in dire reception. Through the coarse veins of crud Lies a crude, vile sort of infection. Stagnant of irrigation Devoid of wildebeest hunt. Resorted to methods of Thracians And engulfed those without common front.
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Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 12:39 AM UTC
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