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I love to cheat the Reaper He's always so gloomy He's always such a creeper I love to lie to Hell Burning with brimestone Such an aweful smell I love to trick the devil He even laughs at that Probely because we're on the same level I would love to speak to god But whatever calls him down off his lazy *** must be broken Or maybe for him, the ground of mortals is to filthy to trod
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Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 6:39 PM UTC
To Speak With God
I love to cheat the Reaper He's always so gloomy He's always such a creeper I love to lie to Hell Burning with brimestone Such an aweful smell I love to trick the devil He even laughs at that Probely because we're on the same level I would love to speak to god But whatever calls him down off his lazy *** must be broken Or maybe for him, the ground of mortals is to filthy to trod
No offence to all of you worshippers out there, but I need to ask the lord and savior a few questions
#hell#god#dark#demons#bad#devil#talk#reaper
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Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 6:39 PM UTC
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