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I. DOGMA

It all started when we asked -

"Grandpa, can you tell us a bedtime story?"

Grandpa nestled his sandbag by our side, sheathed his 7-foot long martial staff with the flick of his wrist - dosed in iron sand palm wine, tiger balm, and maximum strength mucopolysaccharide polysulphate cream.

As he sat ready for soothsaying, our gaze was fixed upon what was no ordinary Grandpa. We realized he wasn't even a Grandpa ! He was a readin ! And so readin spoke:

a story? from whence i was young?
i will tell you a tale
of Kings
a long way in time
it was my 13th winter
suddenly a gust of wind
from the north appeared a lone rider
holding a sword of steel
from the south came another, bearing a battle axe
from the east, a third with a spike club
and finally from the west, a great warrior who wield a hammer of wat
with them come their soldier of death
followed by an army of immortals
without warning scream their battle cry
they led the attack
down the battle they rode
the earth drank much blood that day
each of the four unto himself A WHIRLWIND OF DOOM
and the 4 spoke the wars
GODS OF WAR
i call unto you
my sword by my side
i seek a life of honor free from falls pride
cover me with death if i should ever fail
glory majesty HAIL HAIL HAIL
who were the 4 men
they were THE METAL KINGS
AHHHHHH WAAAAAAAH~ till the blood on your sword is the blood of a KING!
NEVER STOP KILLING
forever we are fighting the world side by side
death to the false one, dancing on a string
with no ice