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| Pull a muscle in the brain. Knock a nerve out, kill the pain. Death illusions, tears relieve. Fear takes hostage, and you believe, you've mistaken Gods good deeds. She has taken all she needs. Clues assumed to hold a cure, the lives of people they will lure. Like pigs of war, will die with the sound.... the pigs have spoken... it's them we crowned |
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