"I was born with lightning in my heels.
Sewed a spur onto my ankle,
Bitter horse under the steel.
And I lost hope when I was still so young."
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A mix for wandering the desolate wastes; discovering a harsher world than you ever knew existed, and adapting to it.
For survival, and grinning through bloody teeth and black eyes.
For starting pub fights and drinking yourself into a coma to forget the shit you've seen and done.

Your companions are always beside you; with that bloody dog taking up the rear.

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