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#2ww
Would you believe me to be death? I guess it makes sense For this reality, truly is hell But I am a cheater of death So here I stand; Amidst the stink of burning corpses, Dead eyes of starring, children and women, Alive. Oh, but how I wish I was dead. Now, 80 years after, The smell of burned carcass, Still clings to everything I touch
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Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 1:49 PM UTC
Arbeit Macht Frei ***** work will get you killed)