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Oct 2019
I owe you a debt of death to hedge a bet I made with Ged that you were good but you were bad so I'll raise the land and plague your home to make good on my promise alone, then I'll **** your wives and steal your swine and **** your kids and block your sky and blot out your sun and blacken your thumb, enslave your sons and give them guns and you will pay for your betrays of an albatross who came to love but you bit his soul and gave him loss n now you'll know what it is to lose and to eat crow, and the dove who came to save you all is now just here to cut off your *****, so burn babies burn.
Those fateful ways
You shoot me down
To make me drown
Come back around
The Last Honest Fellowful Tzav
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The Last Honest Fellowful Tzav  38/M/9Messiah, Michihel πŸπŸ‘‘πŸ˜‡
(38/M/9Messiah, Michihel πŸπŸ‘‘πŸ˜‡)   
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