

Time's WheelTime's Wheel
The north wind blows a bitter chill, Yet young men rouse to the campaign, Weapons raised with intent to kill; The drums of war resound again.
The skies alight with ceaseless flame, Pilots soar upon mounts of steel, Kamikaze for their Clan's fame, Sacrifice of the same ideal.
Bodies litter the endless field, Blood and earth turned to
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Amanda: What You'd Eat if You Lived on Mars
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I've learned that "the Way, the Truth, the Life" is making Jesus the Road to Heaven, but everyone has a different way of walking on that road. Some walk, some dance, some skip, some hop, some run, but they're all going the same place.
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....and then there was soup.
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Slave and lover of Eludajae.
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