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They're gone, they're dead They lose, I win I'm done, they bled No use, their kin Oh, how it satisfies Their pain intensifies Their head, their limbs on a stake Farewell, they fell for my bait
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Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 5:31 AM UTC
Done with the Con
They're gone, they're dead They lose, I win I'm done, they bled No use, their kin Oh, how it satisfies Their pain intensifies Their head, their limbs on a stake Farewell, they fell for my bait
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Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 5:31 AM UTC
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