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You hear sounds arising? Those screams from the ****** Are their calls surprising? For this is your land. Oh, faultier great demon, Disguised by warm flesh. Sent to hell's warmer sun, I will learn to mesh. Thrashed about by others, Your face attracts all eyes. Every one a lover, Drunken by your lies. Your servant I shall be Waiting on hand and knee.
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May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 3:48 PM UTC
Your World
You hear sounds arising? Those screams from the ****** Are their calls surprising? For this is your land. Oh, faultier great demon, Disguised by warm flesh. Sent to hell's warmer sun, I will learn to mesh. Thrashed about by others, Your face attracts all eyes. Every one a lover, Drunken by your lies. Your servant I shall be Waiting on hand and knee.
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May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 3:48 PM UTC
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