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2/19/2015 2:56:42 AM
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Share your Destiny Inspired Poetry & Prose!
"An unrepentant downpour of maniacal laughter rushes down the halls of the Iron Banner. Hungering Blades shimmer and separate reanimated flesh from ancient bone. She is the wave and the undertow. Carving all she sees, the glue which binds all folds on the envelope of life and death is fluid, flowing. Hers alone. Forever." -Superman Corps 2/18/15
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"Reign of Terror!". Lord Shaxx cried out from the diaphragm, and the dust beneath a doorway twenty feet away dovetailed upward. It was her. Saladin's Fist. She stood in solitude. Beneath her fingernails their blood sang a symphony. The witness off all that was lost. Crimson in color and sound. And feel. The footsteps on the ground betray the number of the armada that shattered against the cliffs when SHE came. SHE is the wave and the undertow. SHE is Saladin's fist, and all suffer in her wake.
