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Long and narrow Razor sharp Dark and brooding Elegant Light and ductile Mesmerizing Loving, warring Blood ‘twas spilling   Love forbidden Emotions revealing
The wind refuses to blow when he breathes and he doesn't make a sound when he moves.
My name is Wesley Zedock.
Sweat pours down bodies in streams, Blood is caked between the toes of feet, Of the men chosen for honor redeemed.   Swords doused in red ink, Shields reflecting the suns gleam, Cry out your call,
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