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dirty business
by
yoshimaro
on
02-11-2007
THE INTERNET
Our blades met, to my breast doth verily the blood flow.
To crucifix? I beseech thee, yet hast thou lied?
Mine senses have not once but thrice fell ill to the glory of the coming messiah.
You are well practiced in the speakings of our savior.
Thank you, master.
alright so you knew the secret password now how about selling me some goddamn atomic bombs
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