the perfect lamb

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once was a man who stood for all yet all would refuse to listen to the truth so with shouts of rage they sent him to the grave he qoncured. he rose as does a blossoming rose he lived through death not death through him.With nails in his hands he rid the world of the nails in their heart.





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