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I’ll flood your mind of impurities and corrupt your tiny soul I’ll take control over your body and inflict pain without a touch I speak words that taste of ***** I’ll reconcile your fate because my hatered is never-ending and Death is knocking at your gates
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Sep 15, 2010
Sep 15, 2010 at 2:52 PM UTC
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I’ll flood your mind of impurities and corrupt your tiny soul I’ll take control over your body and inflict pain without a touch I speak words that taste of ***** I’ll reconcile your fate because my hatered is never-ending and Death is knocking at your gates
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Sep 15, 2010
Sep 15, 2010 at 2:52 PM UTC
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