• How does u guise liek mah poem?
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[b]Locusts[/b] A cloud appears over the horizon, approaching rapidly. A cloud not of water, but of flesh and steel and oil. It comes through the air and creeps over land and sea. We’ve seen it coming for neigh on a year, yet we can only stare vapidly. Ten-thousand feet below, the wakes force the sea into a boil. Hundreds, nay, thousands of blades thrash the air into a roar. Just one last time I think of the upcoming turmoil, The battle that begins the moment I set my foot in the soil. Sitting at home, our detestment leaves us sore. Are there no better means to meet these ends? And yet I sit there, thinking of the forthcoming loss of life I abhor. Even so, try as I might, I find no better solution than war. [highlight](User was banned for this post ("Plas trie two speal betur" - TH89))[/highlight]
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