Ironed Maidens
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Registered: 01-2007
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Possible poem for the mod?
Jostling arms bound a shackles and fate.
Free the womb-cursed, and take forth the sword into your hands.
Misrouting veins tithed to manifestations in the gloom.
Let not the spirit nor the body emulate that into which the heart courses.
Weighing down the equilibrium of chaotic faction, surpassed only by moral.
The killing field is ready, the shackles now bound to their overlords.
Be not the fool in the epical taunt with the bounty.
Running to the hills faded by contracted bodies.
The mark is made, the decision final.
With thy blade, let loose the vacuum that twists in space.
Let the risen fall.
Maybe could be found next to a cool sword found in the hands of a creepy looking mummy?
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1/24/2007, 4:43 am
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