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Limbs creaking, screaming, begging for mercy The ground comes closer as the shrieking grows, grows, grows the murderer wipes the sweat off of his face and goes on (the victims stand in line) He is the executioner condemning us all to Death He, and his axe
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Feb 18, 2014
Feb 18, 2014 at 3:32 AM UTC
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Limbs creaking, screaming, begging for mercy The ground comes closer as the shrieking grows, grows, grows the murderer wipes the sweat off of his face and goes on (the victims stand in line) He is the executioner condemning us all to Death He, and his axe
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Feb 18, 2014
Feb 18, 2014 at 3:32 AM UTC
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