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| In the name of arbitrary pennance he hath come from his deep. This breath is not his. It is the hand that feeds us all the bullshit. His fathers sins are blamed on him and he can bear this weight no longer. The eyes of a generation are sealed with the sleep of the previously comatose. When will we awake from their nightmares...? CoMa |
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