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Take a rest is this gods test? There is a stench resonating from the trench. Death appears in many forms. A distorted face looks out from the mud unaware of what has been left behind. The bare trunk of a tree no longer able to sway in the wind. Mans broken spirit looking for a way to escape the living hell. No surrender. When will it end? No time to rest I must keep digging.
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Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 4:56 PM UTC
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Take a rest is this gods test? There is a stench resonating from the trench. Death appears in many forms. A distorted face looks out from the mud unaware of what has been left behind. The bare trunk of a tree no longer able to sway in the wind. Mans broken spirit looking for a way to escape the living hell. No surrender. When will it end? No time to rest I must keep digging.
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Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 4:56 PM UTC
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