confessions of a dog soldier

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Wednesday, October 24, 2007

twentyeight

seven it was. six it may. nonetheless, five it is.
so four became the crowd that died, from the disease of the three lotus.
another two conspire to overthrow this one earth, that burns from everlasting numbers.

~shakarumu