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Dec 2012
An army of darkness dripping of blood, hunting for us, with throbbing hunger and aching eyes. reaching for our brains. The dead is walking pretending to be alive, blackening the world with our ashes. So refuge from the death that surrounds us all and live while you still can, otherwise join them.
Nissa Arsenic
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