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Prune us of our savage ways detroy us will your killing daze scissored breath and bleeding heart religion slowly tears us apart
Republic machines and bombs from grace
"Allah!" we scream from a suicide face blue collars shine and ammo glows taking our salvation with hammered blows
Humiliated, demeaned, you've stolen our soul now you've finally taken control your economy is great, we are all de
UntitledFlinging open the heavy, steel door of the club, Rayne stepped out onto the sidewalk, allowing a trail of smoke, shouting voices, and music follow her and float on into the cold, moisture thick air. Aware that she could see her own breath in the chill, she pulled up the zipper of her tight, vinyl tank top and reached for a cigarette. She lit it and breathed it in, feeling the bang of a headache brought on by the rampant noise inside the club. Hugging herself and rubbing her arms to keep as warm as possible, Rayne leaned against the brick wall of the building beneath a florescent sign that blinked the name of her favorite hangout; "Acid Vein".Untitled
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