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Jan 2017
Hear them bey as they lust for blood. Hear the sound of sabres rattle. Let slip the dogs of war and let carnage reign down. Fire falls from the sky and hot metal sears flesh. Guns rage and fire over the heads of unsuspecting victims. Cities burn and famine is let loose, the four riders of the apocalypse revel in the blood staining the ground. Restrain now the hounds and pull back their bridles. Hold fast the rampaging death and scourge that would be unleashed. Talk to one another and come to understand your brother, lest the dogs of war slip their leashes and rampage across the land.
James M Vines
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James M Vines  50/M/Atlanta Georgia
(50/M/Atlanta Georgia)   
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