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Dec 2018
He liked games during his youth.
Embodying past martyrs,
Departing from their carcass,
Sacrificing soul for truth.

But that sickly demon crawled,
Through cracks in mothers blind walls,
Dark and wild, he took the child,
Leaving him ruined, defiled.

β€œSleeping, smiling, silent soul,
I see thy sight holds no sin,
See this game we all shall win,
Open your eyes, black as coal”
Mr Shankley
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Mr Shankley  18/M/Great Britain
(18/M/Great Britain)   
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