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oh the unholy chores of my withered lord of my remorseless discord must stop the hordes as though an indian from the cupboard smothered in the rugged stubbornness of my hellacious mischief and deviance sounding out the ingredients of my grievances and disobedience patient expediance.
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Jul 5, 2012
Jul 5, 2012 at 6:49 PM UTC
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oh the unholy chores of my withered lord of my remorseless discord must stop the hordes as though an indian from the cupboard smothered in the rugged stubbornness of my hellacious mischief and deviance sounding out the ingredients of my grievances and disobedience patient expediance.
Mikhael
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Jul 5, 2012
Jul 5, 2012 at 6:49 PM UTC
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