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Steady pounding upon the bronze sides of hordes of men's helms, only to realize the impenetrable god's gold is the fate of another realm. Reincarnation, heaven and hell, 70 virgins, and many more voodoos fritter among as distraction, constructed to insurpassably shadow this pain. Will the truth be revealed as a nonsensical stalemate? Can we finally graduate to a more evolved interstate, and gravitate to the knowledge we accumulate over life's days.
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Apr 2, 2017
Apr 2, 2017 at 5:16 PM UTC
The Modern Bronze Helm
Steady pounding upon the bronze sides of hordes of men's helms, only to realize the impenetrable god's gold is the fate of another realm. Reincarnation, heaven and hell, 70 virgins, and many more voodoos fritter among as distraction, constructed to insurpassably shadow this pain. Will the truth be revealed as a nonsensical stalemate? Can we finally graduate to a more evolved interstate, and gravitate to the knowledge we accumulate over life's days.
robert-fallon
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Apr 2, 2017
Apr 2, 2017 at 5:16 PM UTC
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