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Thousands on the path of darkness

Hordes building the decent monster,

Night after night exists on morning time.

Passing bullets redecorate the cradle,

One family future now forms the abyss.

 

Another successful story on the quest

for the dying, bloody guts of our Mother.

Glasses joy and speeches fly.

12. November 2013 by Alex
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