i can taste your fear, it's going to lift you up and take you out of here
and the bone shall never heal, i care not if you kneel
no place to hide, you were fighting as a soldier on their side 
I will not seize from mental fight
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand
Till we have built Jerusalem,
In England's green and pleasant land
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Name: Maria Thorpe
"I'm what they call the unusual one in my family. Growing up, I always preferred the boys' games. Dolls weren't for me, much to my parents' continued exasperation. I used to pull their heads off."
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