

Battlefield. Pt 1.The battlefield around me was strewn with the decaying bodies of soldiers, some who had been companions in life. The others were the enemies. The bad guys. The ones who made us live by this "kill or be killed" motto. Surrounded by the remainder of my squadron... well, perhaps "surrounded" isn't the proper word, considering there were only three of us left. I, the smartest, and also the one with the quickest temper and reflexes, hiding behind this makeshift cover made out of what was left of the wall which once stood proudly here. Next to me, the archer, the one with the quickest hands and the quickest eye, stood with his bow pointed skyward,Battlefield. Pt 1.
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Poem is make of Keil DawnsetThe wrath has napped, the flash attacked all other weeds for need to slackPoem is make of Keil Dawnset
It is victory of much sad weasel when all of my shoe tree is made in vain and though much badness for he to make the toast of gold he dare not take
And shrivel for the wax and pain
Bat and have at all legions!
Integratie
Dolce and Obama
fo sho
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The wind that tries decides the destiny of your life.
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Never stop trying... no matter the odds.
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FAIL THE UNFAILABLE.
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Never stop trying... no matter the odds.
You watch me thanks
I just back from a trip, so I'll work on more paintings soon hope you will like them too.
Cas
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Cas - Crazy About Design
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So zetta slow!
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