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09-20-01
I'll have to check them out.
Everyone lcheck out these bands!!! You'll love them!!
::Sings::
Creeping like Frost
As slow as Grave Moss
Like drowning in dry oceans
of bone dust...
I taste the wreckage of crumbling faces
I know the pale thing in the darkest of places
I remember the blood from the thighs of the mother,
as everything is eaten by another.
How much more must we bleed?
I cut their throats while they slept...
I peel back me skull for you, Yes I do... |