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Thursday, 25 March 2010


The vast and silent army reach their quarry long pursued
Dark whimsy-driven butchery fanned by ancient feud

Across the ghastly battlefield the red lines raise black cloth
Unearthly tongues now summon dread Apollyon's cold wrath

Transfigured by the frightful spectre waked from voided ground
Powerless, the mightly throng is crushed without a sound
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