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Patrolling the defeated campsite, As we perform Their last religious rite. Like a storm, we ravished the dead of night, Just another toxic waste site. Every gardener’s delight, Exit stage right.
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Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 9:26 AM UTC
Firefight
Patrolling the defeated campsite, As we perform Their last religious rite. Like a storm, we ravished the dead of night, Just another toxic waste site. Every gardener’s delight, Exit stage right.
Valerious
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Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 9:26 AM UTC
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