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Darkness, it comes for me.
9.12.07
IXC.
As they lowered your casket into the ground
And as I passed that dead dog lying in the road
His blood was the brightest red I've ever seen
And your face was the pinkest rose I'd ever known
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Broken Records. Broken Teeth.
Recalled To Life
vile and wretched
Wealth and Excursions
Meaningless, Meaningless, Meaningless
Pastoral Genocide
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