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#purifier
Your beheaded savior lies at your feet. Blood of the innocent fill the street. decaying bodies mangled meat, this is what must be done, to fulfill the feat. Take a seat and watch the cleansing balance. The bringer of truth, the bringer of light. Now you Have it. Some atrocities are done for the greater right.the world in your hands, trampled under feet.
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Mar 15, 2016
Mar 15, 2016 at 11:21 PM UTC
purify
Are we lost to a land of too many tribes,   Too many choices, of too many scales,   Too many communities of which to avail?   Could we be better off fractured and scattered   Left shattered like glass by the highway   A shimmering reminder to the wayward passerby,   All is not lost though we Subside   Could that we merely be torn asunder,   Pulverized, then obliterated by ritual fire,   Then wrung from the colluding liquified minds   Crystaline,       Incandescent,           Molten Purifide   To form as before but free from parameters previously applied,   Forgotten in the furnace of insanity and strife   Stiffled,       Tempered,           Emboldend, Refined
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Jan 7, 2017
Jan 7, 2017 at 9:31 AM UTC
Sublimate, Reiterate