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Jul 2020
Heart stops as the sainted blade peels away the flesh
Cursed pulse pumping holy blood onto the altar
Of forgiveness. Through veins of despair it trickles
Canons kiss upon blocks of the unholy
And they bless the fall through a degenerate mass
Devolving into anarchy. The Antichrist is born.
Maniacal Escape
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Maniacal Escape  30/M/lancashire
(30/M/lancashire)   
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   Claira Lymei
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