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Hubris
The quo of insomnia haunting memories of lost souls
of insanity's melody echoing the howling winds choir
dripping the embryos of gothic chore, reaching the
shoals of the living dead's chaos that run down the
spine of the silence aligned in a caravan with a
taste of a thousand orgasms oozing from the plums
hunting memories of decaying lost souls
of insanity's melody echoing the howling winds choir
dripping the embryos of gothic chore, reaching the
shoals of the living dead's chaos that run down the
spine of the silence aligned in a caravan with a
taste of a thousand orgasms oozing from the plums
hunting memories of decaying lost souls
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