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I heareth the hellion goblin's calling me out They bite and spit Caress me in doubt I heareth their moans As their burnt to the crisp I rip off their appendage's Buckle their lips I rip off their wings And taketh their masks I cut them by holy water And split them in half This soul is not thine own Thou brute of pleasure dome This spirits not for thee Thy dirtbag and sleeze This soul is mine creators And shalt return soon Go back to thy flame Thou mame of baboon!!
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Jun 19, 2015
Jun 19, 2015 at 9:59 PM UTC
Mame of baboon
I heareth the hellion goblin's calling me out They bite and spit Caress me in doubt I heareth their moans As their burnt to the crisp I rip off their appendage's Buckle their lips I rip off their wings And taketh their masks I cut them by holy water And split them in half This soul is not thine own Thou brute of pleasure dome This spirits not for thee Thy dirtbag and sleeze This soul is mine creators And shalt return soon Go back to thy flame Thou mame of baboon!!
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Jun 19, 2015
Jun 19, 2015 at 9:59 PM UTC
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