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GORY FATE

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  GORY FATE Let it drop...drop...drop slowly- the blood destined to be smeared on the cloak of sacrifice- let it stink into the scroll of time, spreading through every strand in space. They have called for a ransom expecting a son of the land; one that carries the blood of our fathers, that he may … Continue reading GORY FATE