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Jun 2015
The Deadly Race is young and tiny,
Weak beyond measure.
Not in physical or in mental,
But they take everything for granted.

Life is no longer a gift as they slay their own breed,
Then from the meat of the corpse they just killed,
They slice it up and feed.

This race look quite normal,
2 arms, 2 legs and a face.
But I tell you now, they are monsters,
The savages calling themselves
"The Human Race".
Adam Miles Christopher Bell
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Adam Miles Christopher Bell  20/M/Sunderland
(20/M/Sunderland)   
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