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what lerks behind these prison walls where death pace up and down the halls deep inside the prison cells are pitch black souls that scream and yell extend their hands that grib and pull these cold iron bars the faceless souls inside death row tells who we are
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Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 1:05 PM UTC
The Faceless Souls
what lerks behind these prison walls where death pace up and down the halls deep inside the prison cells are pitch black souls that scream and yell extend their hands that grib and pull these cold iron bars the faceless souls inside death row tells who we are
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Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 1:05 PM UTC
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