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We are wild things. Feral. As unpredictable as any animal. As deadly as a thunderstorm, a hurricane. As destructive as a volcano. We are used to blood and sacrifice. And from the ashes we continue to rise. Like a Phoenix. Ready to burn those who defy. For we may look like delicate flowers, but we have thorns.
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Aug 15, 2019
Aug 15, 2019 at 11:27 PM UTC
Phoenix Rising
We are wild things. Feral. As unpredictable as any animal. As deadly as a thunderstorm, a hurricane. As destructive as a volcano. We are used to blood and sacrifice. And from the ashes we continue to rise. Like a Phoenix. Ready to burn those who defy. For we may look like delicate flowers, but we have thorns.
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Aug 15, 2019
Aug 15, 2019 at 11:27 PM UTC
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