Marionettes all dance on parade,
trade the angel wing for nylon string,
at the Puppet Master’s masquerade.
A devil’s charade twice cloaked in shade,
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Dear Julius, Julius Cœsar, Rome doth burn. Show no fear. The slow laissez-faire fires of yesteryear will still heat the whorish coffers to the mourn. The gold coins of many kings shall yield to the melt, e pluribus unum. On the morrow, the Alchemist will gather [...] Tallie Anderson, The Farrier’s Daughter
‘Twas the Farrier’s forge that birthed the blade, his blood called out for revenge, at the Farrier’s wife’s grave a vow was made.
The Farrier, of weaponcraft did he forbade, his wife, murdered years ago by his handicraft, on her deathbed did whinge, ‘twas the Farrier’s forge [...] La Carta de un Soldado Mi hija, Estoy escribiendo esta carta que en los años futuros, recuerde al padre. Saber quién soy, mirar en los ojos de su abuelo,
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