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WHen it all strikes the tick of the talking clock and the madness slips threw the hands of the deprived and we lose the monetary drive where will the cigarette stricken and guilt ridden celestials who led us down this path of paradoxs be hung?
where will they hang and how high will they go..
these leaders of percise perversion, these captains of chaos the dooms day dealers who choose death to your sons and daughters
WHere will they hang and how low can they go..
where will they hang and how high will they go..
these leaders of percise perversion, these captains of chaos the dooms day dealers who choose death to your sons and daughters
WHere will they hang and how low can they go..
Published 21st Dec 2012
| Edited 31st Dec 2012
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