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Aug 2014
hell is a place of
darken doors
full of
claw-basket
evil-minded souls
where the clients
ask to drink of ice water
i am still sure
but
generosity and compassion
does not exist anymore
but
Satan still sit
on the thrown
even more
Written by
Stu Harley
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