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Join Date: Jun 2005
Location: Adrian, Michigan
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Help with Paragraph
The purpose of this paragraph may be difficult to understand for someone who has not read my story, Stahl, but anyway, I'm trying to see whether this should be shortened and if so, what should be taken about that is too repetitive or unnecessary.
I pined to stroke the steel, I longed to kneel before towering altars devoted to its power, I was happy to have died a thousand deaths in the name of steel, I suffered only so the all-powerful metallic substance could live forever as a light in the increasingly gloomy riddle that is humanity, I pledged myself as an eternal servant to steel, I kissed its feet respectfully while at the same time channeling my lust into my lips, I cried out hosannas to the mineral, I wanted to work, to work, to work, to serve steel, to be a slave to steel, to make more and more of it forever, to force the world into purity again, to enact the magic of it upon all realms, to see it stretch on farther and farther until there was nothing uncovered by its vociferous blanket, to see a land chock-full of it, brimming with steel, to aid it whenever ghastly, dastardly foes with axes fresh from the forests come to extinguish its beauty, to be an everlasting, noble helper, to blink upon it nevermore, to be the epicenter of loyalty, to be paralyzed and never think twice about stepping in once more, to spend an eternity, to spend all time, simply taking steel, welding steel, setting it aside, ditto, and again, to gaze satisfactorily upon the continuous bed of metal and realize once again that there is more work to be done, that its masterly work must reach a new territory, to resign myself as a passionate advocate in the name of steel, to forever, whenever, wherever, forever, be a worker of steel, be a bastion of beauty, be a giver of life, be a saint of steel, be a plodding patron of prowess, be a beacon for all things right, all in the name of steel, my Intended, my passion, my savior, my Lord, my master, my spiritual symphony, my joy, my boombox of happiness, my accessible yet astoundingly detailed map of life itself, my steel, asking, beckoning, requesting, ordering, demanding my attention, demanding my soul to be taking steel, welding steel, setting it aside, ditto, and again!
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