8 Foot Sativa - Napalm Existence
this is my promise to youthe broken, who bleed silently, outlined in sickly redtheir masters, with glazed eyes and numb handswhen skies fall, burning with diseaseto eradicateand reverse the error of everythingthis fucking messI shall smileas the flesh drips from my face I will be laughinglaughing at my reflectionand at this misfortune undonethis is your plagueI hope you'll enjoy it as much as I will
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