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Sep 16
This is a place
A place called Hell
Everyone get whipped
At the sound of the bell
It does not matter
If you are black, white, or red
Because if you’re here
You’re already dead
No one cares what you wear
Way down here is all despair  
Down in hell we are all the same
If you can’t see this you’re to blame
Soon I will see you down in hell
And we'll all get whipped
At the sound of the bell
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Unfamiliar  47/M/Third Planet from the Sun
(47/M/Third Planet from the Sun)   
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       Eryck, The Red Woman and Salmabanu Hatim
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