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I only hear the dead. Only grieve The Never. Possessed like specter. Melon working like a piston. Ignition. Yeah, It's a weapon. Boom but bigger; think destined. Mutant to these silly humans. Beetles bejeweled to a windshield. Equal to a decal, now just how does that feel? Best to kneel before General Zod. If not, it's the drop top, Cogs. I could swerve outside the lines and still stay on course. I'm like an astronaut to the horde, casting lightning bolts when I'm bored. My crown's adorned with worms, best believe I feed the birds.
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Jan 13, 2018
Jan 13, 2018 at 12:41 PM UTC
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I only hear the dead. Only grieve The Never. Possessed like specter. Melon working like a piston. Ignition. Yeah, It's a weapon. Boom but bigger; think destined. Mutant to these silly humans. Beetles bejeweled to a windshield. Equal to a decal, now just how does that feel? Best to kneel before General Zod. If not, it's the drop top, Cogs. I could swerve outside the lines and still stay on course. I'm like an astronaut to the horde, casting lightning bolts when I'm bored. My crown's adorned with worms, best believe I feed the birds.
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Jan 13, 2018
Jan 13, 2018 at 12:41 PM UTC
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