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Crucible
To strike while the iron is hot
It will always be better to know thyself in the worst way than to not
Into the fray we must go
Where we will end up and how withered only time will know
To gnaw upon our bones and rage against the sorrows ache
We will go to hell and back through and through to achieve this fate
To be free upon joyous winds
To celebrate our triumphs and mourn our losses with our kin
Numb yourself to the storm ahead
For in this state little can touch you save for the dead


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