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Gothic Gundown (w/ JohnFeddeler)
Hate darkens with unknown lust
executing as disillusioned trust.
Humiliation in words suffocate
while dirty wars manipulate.
the Reaper in a poncho, a masked gunslinger
black liquid sorrow, steady trigger finger
we ran like bandits, shameless & naked
laid to rest on a canopied bed... [/font]
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