The fire for

Like the game laying wounded on the forest floor, how could a starving man justify this as a meal worth eating.

Yet even when the hunt grows into a mound of bullshit set up by the lame man who had little to no standards.

It was only a romatic dream shared for the slightest of time.. So bleed to death.

Like the sounds of a beating drum this warmachine keeps on fleeting like the timid soliders who were fighting a war that was never their own.

Bleed! Bleed to a death that will never be understood, for your debt must be paid.


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