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This is a donation for the wicked to hold up a milestone of the dethroned. The tin soldier has fully appeared with a raw full state that many will never get to relate. This is the geared up treat for his disillusion fate. Hunting for the misplaced hate that he had to create. Sorrow filled tomorrows live for today. Filled with misplaced grievance from the war torn scorn. The shore has reached its limits as the brave are now born. 
 Animosity treats the dead like a routed out sickness in the head. Restored adoration coped as the animosity was shed. Guns blaze as the sharks graze. The land has its beauty marks as well as its evil like maze. Valor is helped from many fields of green. The wicked eye has been through a terror and has clashed through the unseen. 
 The dead is now a given and the mighty are hype and driven. Limitless acts are overheard as the admired tyrant holds the precious confound. Each protect his own and show there tested skills which meet with high octane thrills that are now renowned. Order is restored as the tour has gained ground. The brigade will now longer be bossed around. The cost was high and the sorrows chime in, but the mighty mighty brigade has done it again.

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