#war babies

Primarch of Commoragh

One of the Lost

Or is he?

Primarch OC Az'khal "Verdugo" Tru'gall

Another one of my Undoing The Art Block Series!

I am quite happy the way this turned out :)

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Karimah Tahrik

Nihgt Gen'ga

Sorceress Mehta

Archon Da'tura Bela'ur

Az'khal 'Verdugo' Tru'gall

 THE CHILD, like a mustard seed,  Rolls out of the husk of death Into the woman’s fertile, fathomless lap.

 Look—it has taken root!  See how it flourisheth! See how it rises with magical, rosy sap!

 As for our faith, it was there  When we did not know, did not care; It fell from our husk like a little hasty seed.

 Sing—it is all we need.  Sing, for the little weed Will flourish its branches in heaven when we slumber beneath.

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War Baby

D. H. (David Herbert) Lawrence  1885-1930

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Graphic - Paweł Kuczyński  (B.1976)

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Video:

The Seattle star., June 23, 1915

Straight talk about the invasion of a huge army of English fatherless War Babies:

Mrs. Helen Hast, chief scout of the arriving army, knows 200 expectant mothers In one Sussex village, 400 in a small Surrey town. 2,600 about London who are already receiving food, clothing or work. It Roland McNeil, member of parliament, steps tip to testify. "I know one country borough where there are over 2,000 cases and this Is not exceptional. "All over England, where large encampments have been, a great number of unmarried girls will, within the next few weeks, become mothers."