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Sep 2016
Thy Soul be torted upside down to levitate carefully
Sunctifying thy Abyss so wonderfully
Old Bill be granted the will to steal a soul I shall ****
Mankind ******* made me a Devil
They always scorn me and condemn me of being evil

Now I cant hide it anymore!
I feel Devilmistic
Mankind ******* be ****** to Static

Nothing looks more beautiful than the death of my enemies
Feeling Devilmistic
I shall carry their heads in a plastic
Feeling Devilmistic
Your end is so tragic

I am far a greater devil than lucifer
I do not tempt
I put souls to rest.
reaper
Allan Mzyece
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