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Satan plays the violin; the same shape and tone as mine. The devil passes time in Hell by playing fiddle, and if I had to guess; I think that's the reason why he knows the answer to life's riddle, because its trilling's the only feeling filling enough to get away with that beautiful lie. It drowns the screams of the ****** that died;                                                                           and briefly                                                                               tells us we are still alive.
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Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 1:27 AM UTC
Satan's Not a Mathematician
Satan plays the violin; the same shape and tone as mine. The devil passes time in Hell by playing fiddle, and if I had to guess; I think that's the reason why he knows the answer to life's riddle, because its trilling's the only feeling filling enough to get away with that beautiful lie. It drowns the screams of the ****** that died;                                                                           and briefly                                                                               tells us we are still alive.
ian-steele
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Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 1:27 AM UTC
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