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On the brink of a breakdown, and armed to the teeth. He packed up the provisions, and headed for the street. Readying for resistance with blood letting on his mind. That's when the series of events began to unwind.                                      Welcome to the killing floor                                      The band it did sing.                                      Bring along your loved ones                                      For it's the falling of the king. He has taken all precautions in the exacting of his revenge. He will follow his thoughtful plan through the bitter ******* end. We will burry them in fault lines that fracture to the core. Enough with all the bawking, let's settle this old score.                          Welcome to the killing floor.                           We're so glad you could attend.                           Come gather your belongings                            For it's the beginning of the end. Bathing in the carnage, the taste of vengeance on his breath. One by one they took the look in to the eyes of death. and one by one their corpses were carted from the ring. It's a **** calamity, you could hear the angles sing.     Welcome to the killing floor.     Runnin' red with blood     Rising to the rafters     Filling with the floods.
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Feb 26, 2023
Feb 26, 2023 at 5:13 AM UTC
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On the brink of a breakdown, and armed to the teeth. He packed up the provisions, and headed for the street. Readying for resistance with blood letting on his mind. That's when the series of events began to unwind.                                      Welcome to the killing floor                                      The band it did sing.                                      Bring along your loved ones                                      For it's the falling of the king. He has taken all precautions in the exacting of his revenge. He will follow his thoughtful plan through the bitter ******* end. We will burry them in fault lines that fracture to the core. Enough with all the bawking, let's settle this old score.                          Welcome to the killing floor.                           We're so glad you could attend.                           Come gather your belongings                            For it's the beginning of the end. Bathing in the carnage, the taste of vengeance on his breath. One by one they took the look in to the eyes of death. and one by one their corpses were carted from the ring. It's a **** calamity, you could hear the angles sing.     Welcome to the killing floor.     Runnin' red with blood     Rising to the rafters     Filling with the floods.
Mikeluciano
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37/M/Pennsylvania
Feb 26, 2023
Feb 26, 2023 at 5:13 AM UTC
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