.Panic, what the fuck did they to do you?
With false alarms, with bulletins, and death cards calling out the murder suits?
Someone, anyone...
Give the tremor his morning walk and buckle in the faulty legs of every faith in tyrant talk.
Stencil on the window guards the epitaphs of cycled c.
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