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It's strange to ponder about just what brought this revelation about. They key now swings silently around my neck. Lulling the air about into a mirage of sorts. Yet as I frantically rub my eyes for clarity. The image stayed vibrant and resilent. Although it seemed to have aged in the time since I first looked upon it. Claw like marks gouged the frame. It seems to have been reforged. With blood and steel. Giving it a cold and bitter demeanor. Yet as I place my hand on the weathered scars. Am I filled with a roaring zeal. I bellow a battle cry that reverberates through time itself. This typhoon of emotion surrounds my senses. Dizzy from the constant swirling and repetitive motions. I pray for a salvation that still seems so far off. But giving up now would bare no fruit. So I greet it with a smile and a reinvigorated rage. And await the moment that the calm calls for such renown.
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Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 12:18 PM UTC
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It's strange to ponder about just what brought this revelation about. They key now swings silently around my neck. Lulling the air about into a mirage of sorts. Yet as I frantically rub my eyes for clarity. The image stayed vibrant and resilent. Although it seemed to have aged in the time since I first looked upon it. Claw like marks gouged the frame. It seems to have been reforged. With blood and steel. Giving it a cold and bitter demeanor. Yet as I place my hand on the weathered scars. Am I filled with a roaring zeal. I bellow a battle cry that reverberates through time itself. This typhoon of emotion surrounds my senses. Dizzy from the constant swirling and repetitive motions. I pray for a salvation that still seems so far off. But giving up now would bare no fruit. So I greet it with a smile and a reinvigorated rage. And await the moment that the calm calls for such renown.
spikeharper
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Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 12:18 PM UTC
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