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TIL THE BLOOD RUNS DRY EARTH WET IN SHADES OF RED SHADES OF BLACK VOICES NOW HEARD ONLY IN FAINT WHISPER MUFFLED BY PAIN BY SUFFERING ONES EYES AND EARS FAR TOO ACCUSTOMED TO SUCH WE TURN LOOKING FAR BEYOND TIL THE BLOOD RUNS DRY EARTH BLACKENED BY DEATH DEALT BY MANKIND MEN,WOMEN AND CHILDREN TOSSED ASIDE PILED HIGH AS ONE MIGHT STACK WOOD THEIR VOICES NOW SILENT TIL THE BLOOD RUNS DRY jSweptson
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Feb 10, 2011
Feb 10, 2011 at 11:02 AM UTC
TIL THE BLOOD RUNS DRY
TIL THE BLOOD RUNS DRY EARTH WET IN SHADES OF RED SHADES OF BLACK VOICES NOW HEARD ONLY IN FAINT WHISPER MUFFLED BY PAIN BY SUFFERING ONES EYES AND EARS FAR TOO ACCUSTOMED TO SUCH WE TURN LOOKING FAR BEYOND TIL THE BLOOD RUNS DRY EARTH BLACKENED BY DEATH DEALT BY MANKIND MEN,WOMEN AND CHILDREN TOSSED ASIDE PILED HIGH AS ONE MIGHT STACK WOOD THEIR VOICES NOW SILENT TIL THE BLOOD RUNS DRY jSweptson
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Feb 10, 2011
Feb 10, 2011 at 11:02 AM UTC
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