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Apr 2015
The door is on the ground,
behind the ants gnaw on meat left on bone.
The maggots dance on rotting carcasses.
your eyes are clear of the decay
Leal Knowone
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Leal Knowone  Nazareth Hell
(Nazareth Hell)   
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