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From .... The Chronicles of Death Death's Platoon Predators stalked by midnight's moon while killers walked in Death's Platoon. They found their prey with second sight shadows creeping throughout the night. The end was quick by evil's pledge, a throat was cut with gleaming edge. The blood did spurt upon the wall. This was the end, the victims fall. A knife was sheathed for that was all, til' Death's Platoon again would call. ![]()
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