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With canons and muskets shalt thy lord bless you with his heavenly love.
1709 part IAs a cold breeze swept through the line of the brigade, whose deal with death was sealed. The holy sword was raised once again, ready to claim those whose innocence shattered with the first barrage. The call was made. The muskets lined up for their godgiven right of retaliation. At a sudden burst of smoke and screaming, their place in heaven was ensured, and only now would they deserve the love of the almighty lord.
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Zac Fransson
Läst 139 gånger Publicerad 2012-07-15 21:19 ![]() |
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