Where was God in our hopeless night.. Weve painted tha world with, Obese Literature and, Grisly Profiacy, .. Our social penitence Voiced by Vindictive jesters Ritgious profainty and tha Epileptic orphans who prostiute from tha White House lawn... > Hypnosis. Broken Time. A child masqurading hopeful beliefs in a Box of Suicide..... By jayson K

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