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The blasting intensity of the echoing bell, formation finally falls into place as the sheep align - a simplicity fondly remembered now The pen, momentous and modern yet cold and uncaring, a jail cell for generations to come. Guards persona's personable and kind, like Christ they claim to know best, Began with the fables of Biff, Chip and Kipper, then break to fill your chest This stop's swiftly stolen, forced straight back to the program; a servitude designed to force labour till death.
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Aug 12, 2018
Aug 12, 2018 at 7:30 PM UTC
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The blasting intensity of the echoing bell, formation finally falls into place as the sheep align - a simplicity fondly remembered now The pen, momentous and modern yet cold and uncaring, a jail cell for generations to come. Guards persona's personable and kind, like Christ they claim to know best, Began with the fables of Biff, Chip and Kipper, then break to fill your chest This stop's swiftly stolen, forced straight back to the program; a servitude designed to force labour till death.
I'm not happy with how the end flows so i'm still working on this, any suggestions would be greatly appreciated.
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Aug 12, 2018
Aug 12, 2018 at 7:30 PM UTC
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