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Feb 2016
These people are weird
They eat raw and they sip blood
The Nephilims from around the flood
These people sleep like wolves
The kids from old the sons of Wood
The Nephilims from around the flood.
Flesh ripped open smelling like a pack dogs,
You wouldn't believe me if you knew what there trying make a "God".
You read like I'm writing something that you can like and just go on.
Please believe the heartless are on top.
We have faith in Noah to free what is left of us.
THE ZOMBIES THERE TALKING ABOUT is the Nephilim generation but...
You won't believe me if I said "Here They Come".
Pray for I will be a David to my Goliath.
If they **** me it's only because I wasn't Quiet.
Mr Xelle
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Mr Xelle  29/M/United States
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