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My Truth (The first angel) Tears of hate run free. Nothing here is real. Death is all I see. Pain is all I feel. Bloody limbs coat the ground. This carnage rots and bleeds. They are at last unbound. The creature still it feeds. I alone am yet alive. My companions freed from hell, Into cool clear waters dive. As from that lan... More..

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