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Sep 2017
You've been brought here today,
To make the bed in which you will lay,
Built and seen of the crimes you've committed,
All of which you've proudly admitted.

The amount of tears your victims have shed,
Will be the same as the blood you will have bled,
Your endless punishments begin tomorrow,
And no cease as you feel their sorrows.
Spades Lacoe
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Spades Lacoe  23/F/Texas
(23/F/Texas)   
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