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Jun 2012
I see you wallowing there in your pit of sin,
saying prayers to make things the way they had been.
You ******* joker, look around, what has changed?
You're the only ******* not playing the game.
I've only been here for a couple of days, and I read your ****
Fool, get back in the game. And stop complaining bout gifts.
I'll only tell you once sailor, then I'll go get my knife.
Don't quit ******* or I'll take your life!
Get your head out of the grass.
The Darkness
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