Battle is not yet over. This tide must be turned...
2 June 2015
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Plunder It was there in the skies. The storm was upon us. Grey, howling winds - doom. so broke the storm but no land was Ahoy. Not for us. The vote was cast and once again, We are set adrift; their admissions of plunder whistle in the wind, Hushed confessions of Others votes. Notes of discordant guilt are clear; knowing they X marked the spot for their own treasure, leaving Us with.. sand? Should I judge? Ignorance, willful or otherwise, is still ignorance at best. Lies, at...