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Dec 2013
Satan rules he is the master
He leaves behind
A trail of disaster
His aim never to enjoy
Destruction is his game
His ploy
His spoken words
They spit like fire
No truth
Evident
From this liar
His gift to all
His twain shall meet
Corruption >pain>lies> deceit
Lorraine day
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Lorraine day  Blackpool
(Blackpool)   
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