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Dance with the reaper, Dance in the street. Avoid his gleaming scythe, For it's steel you don not wish to meet. Your feet tangle quickly, And you begin to fall. As his famed weapon, Slashes upon your throat so tall.
Satan's Sibling
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Tuesday, February 20, 2007 |
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Friday, January 21, 2011 |
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