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i became a man of science. hay was poured into the horses core. and then a horse becomes a pig and they still dont fly straight. destroy the bordered land. he shredded the lions into coresponding lines. they did not scream. but legends always die. they feed and feed from frequencies unknown. the skies are now coated with lye and its about to rain. when the wounds look like hourglasses his distraction will be his end.

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