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ButcherBelial

A Dirtshirt

Ancient spine & chainsaw brains I strut the scent of a soul in oil a moon of teeth in blue sinew is dawning to the break of an early grave. With a pensive leisure grazing stone hellcats shrine impassioned breath lightning strikes the railroad tracks to a lizard of fire from the...

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