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Flesh by flesh bone by bone.

You started parenting a blitz,

Pure kill. I pull out the shivering

Night was young. Shameless moon

It was a quaint feeling. Something was

The beast draws a circle for

Ah, the statecraft of present times, was becoming

There was no respite from the repeated assaults.

A lesser person walks in the dead man's street

Your face becomes an eye, a saga of