I've got your artsem
She's the injected
The river never meant anything to them
Ten wombs defective
Of the eleven
But the one masterstroke will purge this world of sin- YEA
Deja vu or life's pretense
Is God a demon?
The sleeping and the wake will always follow you
I stared him in the eyes
And thirty days passed by
His life means more so he must DIE
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