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Primal

You ever want to get primal? You ever want to get loose? Become cut throat  and cut throats, go back to the time of sacrificing lambs and goats. That's the urge. That's the instinct. Savagery in a instant. Sharpen teeth and sharpen claws go back to four legged paws. We praise violence in the ring on media of trivial things but war , it's rejected, reflected as an act evil what minds they have so feeble, the thoughts of civilized people
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Jun 6, 2015
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Primal

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#anger#past#fight#rage#rebel#wild#primitive#primal#hype#urges
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