The inside

October 13, 2012
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A billion stars one sun. Where's the creativity? The innocence of a child aguishly burns. Who are these copy's were supposed to join? Overcome this hades. Demonic voices punchers the pure soul. Becoming a fin to wickedness. I hear the terror in your voice, see the revolting figures in your eyes. The black angles posses you, becoming your own. What's this modern terrific way of life? Its you.

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