Terrorists are moving in, trying to heal the world. Falling angels in disguise trying to win the pearl. There's blood on their filthy Hands. There's dirt on their knees. There's sand in their foolish eyes. This doctrine of death. The enemy is sneaking in, revolutionary war. Nothing left but anarchy and dying by the sword. | iMPeLLiTTeRi (c) 1997 - 2025 tangAND |
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