everything that I say,
is like a grenade,
created in my defensive state.
we're at war.
and you have reason to be afraid
Your world is about to blow.
Feb 1, 2011
Feb 1, 2011 at 10:46 AM UTC
everything that I say,
is like a grenade,
created in my defensive state.
we're at war.
and you have reason to be afraid
Your world is about to blow.
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