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Aug 2016
Painless, it was the word of the day
Grateful, for the endorphins they gained
Angels, swing down with leather above
Shock-waves, roaring in chemical love

The slaves that I whip are chained to the steeple
I am the Church of the Chemical People
Elf Kill
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Elf Kill  Minneapolis
(Minneapolis)   
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