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Cursing his servitude His service slipped From hand to fist To down right rude So they slit his wrist And grabbed at his kit As even with This change In attitude He started to shoot As he slowly moved From room To room Until tomb quiet Mere cinders of a riot He laid inside em And sighed Stating One last time Goodnight It was Lights Out
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Oct 5, 2013
Oct 5, 2013 at 10:27 PM UTC
Gunther
Cursing his servitude His service slipped From hand to fist To down right rude So they slit his wrist And grabbed at his kit As even with This change In attitude He started to shoot As he slowly moved From room To room Until tomb quiet Mere cinders of a riot He laid inside em And sighed Stating One last time Goodnight It was Lights Out
Mikhael
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Oct 5, 2013
Oct 5, 2013 at 10:27 PM UTC
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