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going down this long lost road traveling under the waning moon thinking upon memories of old I feel my impending doom we are pilgrims in the age of fire we are gods.. truth we aspire voyaging deserted corridors painted in cast iron blood a great spectacle of gore like nothing you could think of elaborate scheme between hunter and pray scrambling the mind and left in disarray
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Nov 20, 2015
Nov 20, 2015 at 4:33 AM UTC
Muddle
going down this long lost road traveling under the waning moon thinking upon memories of old I feel my impending doom we are pilgrims in the age of fire we are gods.. truth we aspire voyaging deserted corridors painted in cast iron blood a great spectacle of gore like nothing you could think of elaborate scheme between hunter and pray scrambling the mind and left in disarray
leal-knowone
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Nov 20, 2015
Nov 20, 2015 at 4:33 AM UTC
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