Fortitude cradles the living that despice the right of man to freedom. We bleed blood. We feel pain. Favors of fortune and twilights revolution. To bomb and to destroy, to stomb ones right to breath and see another living daylight. 

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Mark thy graveyards with words of accomplisment, nor stone can live to outlive the memoirs casted upon. Craved in the mind.

 

From a person known as me'