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Jul 06, 2007
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cannibals and pussyjuice
early in the morning,
like a cancerous plague that haunts your soul,
early in the morning,
like a money shot thats out of control,
early in the morning,
like god pawning all of his souls,
early in the morning,
like a skinless beggar with nothing to show,
blood,now hunt for the god of winter,
feed this unbearable hunger,
skin them eat them their alive,
come deep inside them they will hide,
early in the morning,
because a crippled preacher gave more with his hands,
early in the morning,
like a sex change deformed to sand,
early in the morning,
like a pyschic singing songs that foretell,
early in the morning,
like a demon grinding you to hell,
blood,
hunt for the god of winter.
— billy, Jul 06, 2007
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