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Twisted hot metal Coiled and wound Around thin necks Held to the ground Limbs malnourished Temples concave On all a dark symbol Cruelly engraved The swelling illness Spreads with the ice Together repaying Our sins over twice The sickness unending From the stars brought down Our final judgment Shall be our crown
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Feb 15, 2017
Feb 15, 2017 at 8:24 PM UTC
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Twisted hot metal Coiled and wound Around thin necks Held to the ground Limbs malnourished Temples concave On all a dark symbol Cruelly engraved The swelling illness Spreads with the ice Together repaying Our sins over twice The sickness unending From the stars brought down Our final judgment Shall be our crown
hadrian-veska
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Feb 15, 2017
Feb 15, 2017 at 8:24 PM UTC
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