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Tuesday, August 19, 2008

My soul, corrupted by vengeance. Hath endured torment, to find the end of the journey, in my own salvation and your eternal slumber.

Even if the morrow is barren of promises. Nothing shall forestall my return. To become the dew that quenches the land. To spare the sands, the seas, the skies. I offer thee this silent sacrifice.

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