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This is the house. Ruled by hostility that still believes in slaves. This is the house, walls held up by arrogance and false bravado, lorded over by a tyrant with ammunition: bullets and berating. This is the house, cloudy day and night despair billowing from the dragon king. This is the house that would drive a saint to drink. that drove a girl to cut. that will driving the sanity from it's offspring from walls held up with hate alone This is the house that *** built.
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Sep 13, 2013
Sep 13, 2013 at 2:21 PM UTC
This is the house that *** built
This is the house. Ruled by hostility that still believes in slaves. This is the house, walls held up by arrogance and false bravado, lorded over by a tyrant with ammunition: bullets and berating. This is the house, cloudy day and night despair billowing from the dragon king. This is the house that would drive a saint to drink. that drove a girl to cut. that will driving the sanity from it's offspring from walls held up with hate alone This is the house that *** built.
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Sep 13, 2013
Sep 13, 2013 at 2:21 PM UTC
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