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Cross over the front lines. Take siege to the battle field. Cross fire. **** Take hold of your comrades hand. Take hold of their glass eyes, their dead hearts. Weep. move on. Wrench the gun from a fallen brother. The ******** will pay. Take aim. TAKE AIM! push forward. Crawl beneath the barbed wire, through the mud, through the filth, through the blood. Cover your face. Close your eyes. Don't breath in. the mustard gas kills. Take their trenches. STAB with your bayonet. Slash with your dagger. They are the enemy, evil. Resist with every fiber of your being. Fight like a trapped dog. Be shot. Be stabbed. die
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Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 2:14 AM UTC
You are the Vanguard
Cross over the front lines. Take siege to the battle field. Cross fire. **** Take hold of your comrades hand. Take hold of their glass eyes, their dead hearts. Weep. move on. Wrench the gun from a fallen brother. The ******** will pay. Take aim. TAKE AIM! push forward. Crawl beneath the barbed wire, through the mud, through the filth, through the blood. Cover your face. Close your eyes. Don't breath in. the mustard gas kills. Take their trenches. STAB with your bayonet. Slash with your dagger. They are the enemy, evil. Resist with every fiber of your being. Fight like a trapped dog. Be shot. Be stabbed. die
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Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 2:14 AM UTC
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