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#62
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Suzerain of Sheol
Desolation Denizen
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The tyrant's unearthly voice quivers with power. He likes this Master of his already. "Merely direct me to our enemies. Whilst I see lives, the gashes do better on them." He returns to human shape, his robes and mantle impeccably cleansed.
Cold silence has a tendency
to atrophy any sense of compassion
between supposed lovers.
Between supposed brothers.
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Posted 01-23-2017, 05:00 AM
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