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We, the warriors of the new world
See our war-shattered realm as a was and an is, and a place where we belong. Strong is our connection, Memories cause the blackened earth to sprout colour and put forth greenery and life And wonders that only exist in memories. We, the guardians of an emptied howe, Await the sunlight of each dawn with trepidation of what lies beyond that fiery birth. Of who...
We protect that which we love from bloodthirsty masters of our conquered home who
Seek to twist the very weather under their control to slay the inferno of the


KeysThe keys rattled by my hips. Three sharp jawed guardians almost fully covered by flaking red rust, which has covered my fingers and is now rubbing off onto the faded folds of my jeans. I dig around in the packet opposite the ancient keys and draw out a bunch of my own amid soggy ends of tissues and scraps of forgotten documents, news-clippings and phone-numbers that make up the land-fill of my jeans. The bomb patiently awaits its resurrection into uncertain life. It doesn’t know its days as my jittery form of transport are numbered. I duck into the low cramped cabin and sweep the trashy contents of the dashboard onto the backseat. Even if I cKeys
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