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Aug 2013
So much, **** in the water
And on an island, you'd be surprised how quickly, it will take your son and your daughter

The harbor master steps down from his throne and screams about how everything he has ever known, is now cold and overgrown

There's so much ****, in the water
We are sheep, and we are prime for slaughter, so please allow me to show you something of disorder
Written by
Alexander Ross
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