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Acts Murder

lets Rigor mortis stiffly sleep under the acts, of cold blooded murder and watch the cool driven cradle's of death stab and bleed out open and wounded sheltered from none there in its, pool of darken, drying blood so now, murder me this, and murder me that how is it, that my enemies find me in any place, and any time could it be placed upon on my person or inside of me that you find me so completely so is it legal or is it a crime i 'm sure in time we will all have one up our ask...

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