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Friday, August 25, 2017

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DATE UNKOWN Looms the dark, a weary hour.. Where clouds, hopes are soon devoured.. A gate of fire awaits,... And my soul trembles in spite of, not because of.. Not fear, Nor trepidation, Only death is left, He awaits. Holds a wreath of finality, A fetid taste of reality. The master sits, prophecies... Sign in to see full entry.

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