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#deathandmoredeath
The body count goes up the bodies on the ground the bodies in the air the bodies, all around Cutting, shooting, killing Blows designed to slay Stabbing, dying, thrilling There ain't another way Double tap, and double dead his bullet proof, new suits no words uttered, or said perfect, every-time, he shoots The car, is not the reason somewhat, it was the pup wife died of cancer but his vengeance is something he's never giving up
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Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 12:56 PM UTC
****** hell