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I stand in awe at a measure of disgust to wait in holiday to watch old things bleed I do not care to listen to their screams they have been silenced as if only vivid dreams do not wander to the world you've lost it has vanished at too high a cost before this winter there was summer so sweet now i place the corpses beneath your feet and i do not mourn for those you've lost because it is only the beginning of a new Holocaust for all these things they must burn but just for right now i believe its your turn..........
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Apr 12, 2013
Apr 12, 2013 at 8:44 PM UTC
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I stand in awe at a measure of disgust to wait in holiday to watch old things bleed I do not care to listen to their screams they have been silenced as if only vivid dreams do not wander to the world you've lost it has vanished at too high a cost before this winter there was summer so sweet now i place the corpses beneath your feet and i do not mourn for those you've lost because it is only the beginning of a new Holocaust for all these things they must burn but just for right now i believe its your turn..........
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Apr 12, 2013
Apr 12, 2013 at 8:44 PM UTC
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