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xXx Til the very last Breath xXx
HANDS OF
FILTH
DRIED BLOOD
CLAMMY
AND
COLD
AROUND THE NECK
THEY FEEL
AT
HOME
SQUEEZING
AND
TWISTING
WITH-OUT
RELENT
HE REVELS
IN
THE
PLEASURE
TIL ITS'
LIFE
IS
-S P E N T-
-M
FILTH
DRIED BLOOD
CLAMMY
AND
COLD
AROUND THE NECK
THEY FEEL
AT
HOME
SQUEEZING
AND
TWISTING
WITH-OUT
RELENT
HE REVELS
IN
THE
PLEASURE
TIL ITS'
LIFE
IS
-S P E N T-
-M
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