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of do a lord hath laid an egg and deeds have gathered up in tombs seeking rewards and justifications only leaves the lord listening to gnawing teeth of bugs of blowfly drawn by rotting flesh and gases to pupal teeth young maggot feasting on a darkening wood moving thresh; here  remains his last words left without a bit of sense
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Sep 5, 2017
Sep 5, 2017 at 7:42 PM UTC
a bit of sense
of do a lord hath laid an egg and deeds have gathered up in tombs seeking rewards and justifications only leaves the lord listening to gnawing teeth of bugs of blowfly drawn by rotting flesh and gases to pupal teeth young maggot feasting on a darkening wood moving thresh; here  remains his last words left without a bit of sense
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Sep 5, 2017
Sep 5, 2017 at 7:42 PM UTC
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