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[ FS ] Barbarians At The Gate
I am what I am:
a host of barbarians
heaving a battering ram
into the tainted iron gate behind
your white laced, chaste kingdom
scaling walls of wavering refusal
grabbing hold of each
statuesque bust
using these as leverage
and should push come to shove
shove comes to inevitable thrust
we will release the Dogs of War
to run amok in your
paisley courtyards
if we must
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