

The Revolutionthe revolution.The Revolution
Time cries out the end of an era, the end of an age. The new blood draw the line among their ranks while the old and posh are left distilling in their moss-backed rage. Young men are slain in the name of preservation, and without reservation, tongue wagers lop off heads of state on the town common. Yet still the Leviathan of revolution wraps its coils even tighter around the institution that bred it. The land rises up in the name of the poor and destitute to confront the ones who held them down and kept them back. Lawmakers, politicians, humble civil prostitutes; those who cannot unde
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Putting the Ink in Kink [link] Gothic, Robotic and utterly dark
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