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Broken Shell

Upon this day the sun will set Know that those you chose to terror In muffled tounges yet discovered The fallen shall themselves recover Through countless prayer's Of untold billions Who refute your form of twisted religion When killing children In reality you are nothing more than the Devil's Minion A despot gullible pawn not even wortwhy of human scorn Enjoy Hell You broken shell

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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