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Hey there, can you hear me? My spirit has filled the air in there for centuries. Are you listening, to the echo? It's morbid source is torchin..
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War...absorb the swords before the floor is torn and worn, form of the norm informs the dorm of this spiritual warfare. Fear that they don't care anym..
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Way down in the bayou swamps, at the edge of the seat where that old serpent sits, Lived a man cold as ice to the touch, flaming sword with ever..
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All signs point towards the plurality of worlds, profound thoughts of an intellectual recorded in Poor Richard's. To be descendants from the ones who ..
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I told you I was crazy, sadistic and a little narcissistic maybe. One minute I'm manic the next I'm suicidal, underprivileged and entitled king..
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There are people in this world and all they wanna do is steal your happiness. Friendly to your face and critical in the way that will steal your happi..
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Poisonous position as I sit and ponder, what is potency potentially presenting these wonders. Creation of madness and value in a calm style,..
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Fusion...Infusion of confusion about conclusions drawn from illusions done by magicians in competition for their division. Not to mention rigamortis h..
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My stature elevates to that of a God as my status drops lower in this place I reside. My reasoning is reason for accompanied banter and developed such..
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My thoughts align, the god of war is here to crown his earthly king. Behind the dream a nightmare forms, and born is the project blue beam. Beware the..
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