you'll see 8 year olds in hell

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this comp kills facists vol II

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these callous words slip in right through the door, ive had a wave of memory, a flash of this before, thick gray clouds and dancing grain, then pouring rain, a child, a champion, a chill, an estranged will, around the tithe bowl a whisper spills, a multitude rise sheltered in walls "alive". poisoned by bread and blood leached by tongues above, but i ride on the night where i cut my teeth and the lord does bequeath the bowels of hell wont consume this young heart, thus spoke the youth.

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from this comp kills facists vol II, released January 1, 2010

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