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Destiny's Project

Do not balk at this reality–our bloody brutality– for our fathers have learnt long ago, that while humanity is quite plagued with insanity, there is hope we can nourish and grow. It is the height of inanity–our accursed volcanity! The dawn sees betrayal and lies. Strangling morality, robed in profanity, our brothers break all of their ties. Our purpose is clear, our mentality of vitality, buttressed by union of all 'neath the sky. No simple urbanity, and hardly formality, it is to the heavens our noble dreams fly. No sword can fall in a stroke of mundanity– not when divine will comes with each fatality. 26 January 2017

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Date: 2/1/2017 10:30:00 AM
Congratulations, very well done :)
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Date: 2/1/2017 11:07:00 AM
Thanks!

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