Sweet merciful death, to save me from the evil spiders of Hell =P
Stubbing your toe, or jamming your finger?
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Sweet merciful death, to save me from the evil spiders of Hell =P
Stubbing your toe, or jamming your finger?
I was left to my own devices. Many days fell away with nothing to show. And the walls kept tumbling down in the city that we love. Great clouds roll over the hills, bringing darkness from above. We were caught up and lost in all of our vices. Oh where do we begin; the rubble or our sins? But if you close your eyes, does it almost feel like nothing's changed at all?
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