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Warlock Blues The flames were crackling and the oak wood was burning slow. They saved me for last because no martyr was needed. I stood for something and I can't quite remember what. I spoke about human rights when they said I'm less than human. Many faces surround the fire I'm about to be placed in and they smiled even though I never caused them harm. I asked one of my guest, "Have we met before?" And before I knew it my face was introduced to a stone.
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Jul 17, 2013
Jul 17, 2013 at 10:11 PM UTC
Warlock Blues
Warlock Blues The flames were crackling and the oak wood was burning slow. They saved me for last because no martyr was needed. I stood for something and I can't quite remember what. I spoke about human rights when they said I'm less than human. Many faces surround the fire I'm about to be placed in and they smiled even though I never caused them harm. I asked one of my guest, "Have we met before?" And before I knew it my face was introduced to a stone.
fred-kinard
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Jul 17, 2013
Jul 17, 2013 at 10:11 PM UTC
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