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Death be nimble, Death be quick. Walls of decaying urban brick rotten scars of surfaced pain scratched away by city cranes. Landfills and houses fill the rest behold the putrid angels nest, mayors of blind, children of deaf tongues removed from gifted chef. Brothers and sisters fade alike rusted daggers flawless strike Hearts of lions dull alone Hard men's withered fingers groan. Light forsaken in cities dead plagues of sorrow swiftly spread today is dying, morrow's sick, Death be nimble, Death be quick.
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Jan 13, 2011
Jan 13, 2011 at 3:00 PM UTC
Birth of Ghosts
Death be nimble, Death be quick. Walls of decaying urban brick rotten scars of surfaced pain scratched away by city cranes. Landfills and houses fill the rest behold the putrid angels nest, mayors of blind, children of deaf tongues removed from gifted chef. Brothers and sisters fade alike rusted daggers flawless strike Hearts of lions dull alone Hard men's withered fingers groan. Light forsaken in cities dead plagues of sorrow swiftly spread today is dying, morrow's sick, Death be nimble, Death be quick.
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Jan 13, 2011
Jan 13, 2011 at 3:00 PM UTC
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