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Nov. 12th, 2005
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Nov. 12th, 2005 06:29 pmI have a sword.
It is a sharp gladius hispanicus replica.
It is the original gladius shape, with an elongated tip and a waisted blade.
It is beautiful, almost perfect even, it is like Thais Of Athens, like a woman with a thin waist and wide hips.
And it is bloodthirsty. It scares me.
When I hold this sword it compells my hand to come up from below and thrust it into another man's guts.
It wants to rip organs and sever arteries.
It wants torrents of blood to run down its wide blade.
It wants to reflect burning houses while hearing the moans of those it slayed.
It wants to rise up into the night's sky with a roar of victory.
It is a sharp gladius hispanicus replica.
It is the original gladius shape, with an elongated tip and a waisted blade.
It is beautiful, almost perfect even, it is like Thais Of Athens, like a woman with a thin waist and wide hips.
And it is bloodthirsty. It scares me.
When I hold this sword it compells my hand to come up from below and thrust it into another man's guts.
It wants to rip organs and sever arteries.
It wants torrents of blood to run down its wide blade.
It wants to reflect burning houses while hearing the moans of those it slayed.
It wants to rise up into the night's sky with a roar of victory.