Times Shift. What Was 1ce Easily Considered Is N R.U.I.N. The Void, Again, Appears Symbolically.
Technology Is Faulty, But Here Regardless.
Bless Those That Think Like I. Thoughts Of All Those Close That Had 2 Die.
Sky Of Some Haunting Nu Color.
S.O.L.D.I.E.R. 4 S.O.L.D.I.E.R. Of This Broken Martial Law.
Raw Skin, Burned, The Nuclear Residue Will Never Leave.
Live 2 B-Leive Is The Motto.
Lotto Winners Live The Best.
Rest With Thoughts Of The N.E.S.T. Of The Godtrust.
Dust Of The Permanent Pestilences 2, Again, N-Hale. Lord, Does Whatever I Eat Taste Stale.
Jail 2 B Seen, Where Many Notables Were D-Stroyed.
N-Joyed Is This Almost 4gotten Holyday While We Await What Is 2 Emerge From The Returned Void. I, Watch Feverishly.
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Author:
Broken Ankh (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Fantasy
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