Unic Cjonr (Capriborn 73)
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Live to die as blue rains without a bow in the sky - Why is the war hero the one, to slave a grill for you, gunless to a bullet which are made to kill, by your silver spilled spoons you are, the useless, that bakes my fries - Many mouths are left to be hungered, by your count to one, your own which you quite by the fill of scream, just because you are a fake, aswell, in your dreams - Sell your soul to the digital demons, the cast to your stone is a broken tomb, cracked inside the grave where your bones refuse to break,
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