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Oct 2015
I cut my hand upon my blade. I swear an oath I gladly take. I shall avenge my family and my noble lord, or shed my own blood upon my sword. To remove the shame from the land, in the way of darkness I must stand. To bring honor back to my line, I draw my sword perhaps for the last time. So upon my blood stained blade, I keep the oath that I have made. Blood blended with blood, that darkens my steel blade, I have fulfilled the blood oath I made.
James M Vines
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James M Vines  50/M/Atlanta Georgia
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