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XII

To Hell their souls desperately charge, frothing about the shackles of undeath

Torn from corporeal existence, yet unable to

Transgress the mortal plane

Torturous paradox!

Torment the fallen of Carthage's vestigal might no more

Traducer of the human condition

Tragedy is loosed at thy whim

Try not the patience of demi-gods of wrath and bloodshed.

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May 7, 2012
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