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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Here I stand with my Claymore, Agony strapped to my back and metaphysical forearm spikes running up my arms, slanting towards my elbows. Winds howl around me filled with knives of rhetoric tearing at me like teeth. Unleashing my spiked chain from its pouch on my belt I grip my already bloodied, reverse crescent axe and jump off the ledge into the fray swinging the chain around the closest neck I pull them close then sever their head with my axe releasing a fountain of blood towards the heavens. Morbid scimitars flash before my eyes as I lean back narrowly escaping the attack, a downward swing of my chain spins the enemy and I hack through his spine with my axe. A Morningstar filled with delirium smashes into my shoulder and I drop my axe but retaliate with a skull splitting slash of my clawed hysteria glove stopping within the eye sockets, shaking the carcass off I pull out my Claymore. Whirling my chain overhead I release it and it savagely wraps up an unfortunate, dropping him mid charge. Snatching my sadistic, spiked headed War hammer I separate another from his legs with my sword. At the last second I catch the shaft of a tainted spear within my forearm spikes snapping it then bury my hammer’s head in his chest. Unfortunately the body draws me down, leaving me open and an infected mace smashes into my skull, but as I fall Agony serrates the seven mortals with my death spin, and as I lay there spitting up blood the detrimental maul splatters my brains upon the battlefield.
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