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God's children Suffering death Little they knew Would be their last breath For the insane theater They entered And with electric poison They bantered With wine of ergot, they embraced their modern eclectic change With little knowledge, of their fatal range
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Jul 13, 2017
Jul 13, 2017 at 2:34 PM UTC
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God's children Suffering death Little they knew Would be their last breath For the insane theater They entered And with electric poison They bantered With wine of ergot, they embraced their modern eclectic change With little knowledge, of their fatal range
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Jul 13, 2017
Jul 13, 2017 at 2:34 PM UTC
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