The War

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As I slashed the throats of my rivals I saw my brother's throat get slashed and blood gushed everywhere I raced over to save him but it was to late I held him close and refused to let go. My anger grew and grew as my rivals circled us I grabbed my dagger and slit all of there throats.   As there emperor grew closer he held his soared to my throat and said serenader or I'll send my men to kill you and besides there is only one of you and millions of my men. Never I said hardly able to breath. Soot  your self. I will.

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