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Jul 05, 2007
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the great war
as my eyes remember the hurt,vengeance I cry for the enemies life,fallen but i will rise again,this will be my final hour,hate will be my glorious power,the butchers meat was truly poisned,I am weak by the flames of evil,guiding me towards my end, I lay in my mind on these ruin lands,disconnected from the heart that died,I will rise again and i will face the end,I will breathe this poisonouis air,I am fully aware of my wounds,I will tear them deeper,I will greatly suffere throughout,I am not winning,I wait for the night,to ignite the soul fire,I will be reborn through death.
— billy, Jul 05, 2007
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JT1
18 years 11 months ago
Meet more poeple ass'h--
billy
18 years 11 months ago
go fuck ur self u cocksucker
JT1
18 years 11 months ago
You are not
billy
18 years 11 months ago
sucker
Conect11
18 years 11 months ago
damn, gentlemen!
JT1
18 years 11 months ago
Nigga,
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