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End Times

We will falter, they will ****

upon the altar, blood will spill

The blade will fall, and heads will roll

One and all, will sell their souls

Drop your knives, close your eyes,

kiss your lives of peace, goodbye.

Fires falling, buglers calling,

I wish we had more time.

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senor-negativo
Published
Apr 11, 2017
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