Terminus Maximus — Nasty Savage

War is a death's feast worse then war is the fear of war

Many times before their death cowards die why turn the other cheek annihilate them all or they will us poison words they serve with their lies smash into oblivion to anyone who disagree point of death the pain is gone

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Many have fallen by the edge of the sword but not as many as the tongue cut them out to the very core is the only way to deal with them a man who will not flee will make his foes flee honor's field advancing who is like unto me so blessed are the strong and wise

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It seems strange men fear death it's the final blow it will come when it will come