2010-08-15 - unbeliever
there's no words that can describe what's in store when you subscribe to the magazine of death armory of bated breath open sepulchers of stink melting down the way you think into dregs of putrid waste neurotoxins in your face laugh it up for now you fools satan smacks his chops and drools for young souls to suck them dry lures them by the lusty eye leaves them on the burn out heap till at last they fall asleep fall into the deep abyss rockabye sweet atheist.
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