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     N'rituall Rating: N/A |
I am tuning my voice to the raven's cry, that sung slow songs, in a key used to do wrong opening unlocked Glocks, that shot more than sparks. Loaded with lead dogs that barked in blood spilled by the dead bones lieing in the mud. Hot metal crowns coronate in rounds that explode in your hand, an ejaculated gland. Lil boys trickle from nickle plated dildos drawn by homos(uic)idal tricks. | ||
| faye Rating: N/A |
WOW the imagery in this peice is astounding! Thank you.. |
