in the offal of the waters i have been summounds to save in the dark cement thoes who are afraid of the evial in pepole
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Ashes to ashes dust to dust my soul will break free from the spell and run,Run to my bones so i may punch with the flesh of my skin,on my fist to protect my shit oh my shit my psyke my nepish my anima my soul and flesh right from my carvanouse I