Who wants flowers when you're dead? Nobody.
Steel!
21 February 2005 | 19:19

Toothy grins and goofy smiles calling to me. I spill apologies all over the floor, and pick up a picture of the famous three.

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I am steel. Tempered with all the goods. This baby ain't shakin' or breakin'. In the heat of fire, carbon will keep me strong. In the biting cold, nickle will keep me tough. Molybdenum to keep corrosion at bay, titanium, vanadium, tungsten. And chromium too. You ain't gonna see the heart of this beast. My iron ore ain't gonna be seen. My origins long lost to even me.

The depths of Hell won't melt me down. And when it freezes over, that ice won't crack me. I am steel. Cold, hard, and crafted. You can't find me in the wild sea...but that's where I'll be going.

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