Steel Mace
Pace Of A D-Stroyer.
Foyer, Now N Tatters. C All The Undone Warriors.
Storytellers, Tell Of What, I, Now Do Often.
Misshapen War Machines, My Doing.
Breaking Each Glass Thing @ Each Eager Inkling.
Flaring B4,All The Gods, While So Winning.
Skinning A Corpse With Mouth Watering. Soonest, I'll B Eating.
Grinning, Again, @ My Ol' Trusty (& Bloodied) Ol' Friend. Again, We're Away From All Ordeal.
Foyer, Now N Tatters. C All The Undone Warriors.
Storytellers, Tell Of What, I, Now Do Often.
Misshapen War Machines, My Doing.
Breaking Each Glass Thing @ Each Eager Inkling.
Flaring B4,All The Gods, While So Winning.
Skinning A Corpse With Mouth Watering. Soonest, I'll B Eating.
Grinning, Again, @ My Ol' Trusty (& Bloodied) Ol' Friend. Again, We're Away From All Ordeal.
This Poems Story
Barbarianisms.
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