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Aug 23
******* Aleister Crowley
Get out of my head
And take your monsters with you
From below my bed
Your occult ways make me sick
I'm no longer ******* your disgusting ****
I'm sure you are now down in hell
For your wicked ways and evil spells
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exst  M
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