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Sunday, April 7, 2013
Gladiator
Bloodied sands shine at my feet, as the crowds roar for the spectacle, the blade sings along as it calls them down, reaching a cacophony of melodic hymns to Hades himself, when will MY song reach its climax.
I am Gladiator...
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