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Apr 2014
The darkest of souls rises at the end of time, only the ignorant of us are distant to fall for those deceiving souls, rise and born from the deepest of darkest places, manipulate our desires, tempt us to a forbidden act, forcing those weak souls to become one of their soldiers, a part of their foolish army, a helpless doom, a true tragedy yet to come, in a world fill with ignorance.
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