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All hail the king of pharises with pale pigment and gold all for the controlling of a soul. He stands on a stable to speak not concerning a embellished race destroying all with a colored face. Tormenting the meek leaving them weak disfuntional ways to teach his disciples are emotionally scarred. Selling themselves for lavish living into clear repertoires transformed into a dark star without color or void. This is what the King turned his disciples with the power of persuasion developing future wars to impact vicious invasions.
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Oct 6, 2013
Oct 6, 2013 at 7:35 PM UTC
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All hail the king of pharises with pale pigment and gold all for the controlling of a soul. He stands on a stable to speak not concerning a embellished race destroying all with a colored face. Tormenting the meek leaving them weak disfuntional ways to teach his disciples are emotionally scarred. Selling themselves for lavish living into clear repertoires transformed into a dark star without color or void. This is what the King turned his disciples with the power of persuasion developing future wars to impact vicious invasions.
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Oct 6, 2013
Oct 6, 2013 at 7:35 PM UTC
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