He was a lamb. He was a kitten. He was a tiny pink bubble drifting alongside the wind.

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Series Begun:
2026-03-20
Series Updated:
2026-03-20
Description:

I see the dawned light rise up around the edge of the skies. I reach up into the night and I grab my sword to fight. And all millions of fools, drown in your swimming pools. I am collecting heads, I am the last man left.

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