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Stone Swamy Downey to death Roared the Kodfather Amidst the mob Hooded, stamping his feet on the ground. Dust was flickering all over the air He has No fear No pain No guilt Kodfather blasted out words. He spat the cigarette **** out His is a free mind 'T cannot be ruled If he survives We are doomed Took the mouse from the plate before him Cut its head with a scissors. Blood pouring from the innocent creature's remains 'T was dropped Assassinate his character That's enough of an excuse
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Oct 31, 2014
Oct 31, 2014 at 1:08 AM UTC
The Judgment