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3d
My body is made of stone.
My skeleton is made up of hellish things.
The hellish things that the weak are all familiar with.
We take them and turn them into weapons.
We turn our weapons on those who made
us like this. Thanks to them,
we are feared by them.
You could say it’s the perfect circle.

Trouble is coming to them and they won't be prepared.
this is from a year ago
jesse f kowalski
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jesse f kowalski  19/Other/England
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