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In His Valley The Shadow Of Death

Ten thousand chains their bayonets piercing one's flesh; embedded Spirit's these devilish hooks bereaved it's mastery ? Gomorrah, enchanted Of baroque embellished your melodies a millstone, pulling hearts down his barracuda Come out of Babylon, my child: Goliath, her guilotine and all creation groans their, calvary.... Keen jaeger's armament God'speed extracting thorns entangled time; tis what she's like, entombed.

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