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Victory Posters.

Incompetence that makes my own look like P𝑢𝑙𝑝 F𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛's Fixer.

My Lady of Mercy.

"ULFBERHT SWORDS

Where brotherhoods of bluebells flower red,
the feeble bleed to blows of frosted swords
whose lustre hews the world — our future wed
to bellowed woes, the hollow throes of hordes.

We oust the rebel herd. We fell the weeds,
whose tortured souls refuel the howls of hell.
Below our feet, the rotted shrub reseeds
the fortress where our hooded elders dwell.

The flesh we shred restores the forest’s lore.
The blood we shed roulettes the fettered wheel.
Below the trees, where heroes dwelt before,
the Lords of Order bless our lettered steel.

Where seeds of sorrow bud before the rose,
the shroud of Ulfberht robes our oldest foes."

--@anthonyetherin.bsky.social

Yegelle Tezeta.