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in the misty morning on the edge of time we lost the riseing sun a final sighn
a traveler to dark relms of the mind searching for lost knowledge and power i know the magic exist i have felt it and seen it former marine i have seen death smelt it tasted it and have felt the power of the life force that flowes thru us all i have seen things the world over and searched them out that only strenghen my believies we can all transform to differant plains o f exstiance from boys pierced throat and girls pierced bosom drips reddening round the blood red blossom the slow delicious bright soft blood bathing the spices and the pyre bathing the flowers and fallen fire
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