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THE BLACK SNAKE - METAL
SILENT TRIBE IN A TRAVELLING CHILD
ABSURD THE BURNING BED INSIDE YOUR BUISNESS Β HEAD
OUR SKIN FLAYED UPON THE FLOOR WHILE DANCING NUNS SCRAPE FOR MORE
HEAVY DARKNESS IN THE GLASS
BREATHES FOR ME MY VERY LAST
AND SILENT TRIBE IN THE TRAVELLING CHILD
LOW GROWLING IN MY SIGHT MAKES ME BLIND TO ALL I SEE
STINGING GAS YOU OFFER ME
HEAVY DARKNESS IN THE GLASS
SICKLY BLACK AND CHOKING HEAVEN
WOUNDED WOMB WARRIORSΒ STAND BEFORE- DEMONS STEEL
SILENT TRIBE IN THE TRAVELLING CHILD
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